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The Mafia Temptation

The Mafia Temptation

Author: Kenny Ohms
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Chapter 1 1

Word Count: 1204    |    Released on: 28/01/2025

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eart pounded in my chest, the rhythmic beat matching the hurried steps of my boots on the pavement.

spent away, building a life in the city, seemed like a distant memory. I had fled this town long ago, desperate to e

to uncover the truth. The moment I learned of his dealings, everything changed. The lies, the betrayals, and the secrets he'd kept from me for years. I had been naive to b

ness. The large mansion loomed in the distance, its windows like hollow eyes, watching me as I approac

creak of the front door echoed through the silence as I pushed it open. The house was quie

ce was unchanged, yet everything about it felt alien. I had left behind the comfort of my apartm

the adrenaline of my escape still coursing through my veins. The news of my father's death had spread quickly, and I knew t

just let go of their own, and they certainly didn't let go of the bloo

t of coffee on the stove. My gaze wandered to the window, where the city lights twinkled in the distance, a stark contrast to the

e days w

instincts told me to hide, to run, but my feet remained rooted to the floor. T

was low, commanding, and sent

o it was. My breath caught in my

o Mor

I ever expecte

ped a beat, and I had to swallow the lump in my throat. He was the kind of man who made peopl

e weight of his scrutiny. The silence stretc

e back here," he said, his

time I had seen Maximo had been an unforgettable night, one that I had tried to erase from my m

the stillness of the house. The air seemed

menace in it was clear. "You think your father's actions w

it was frozen in place. His gaze was unrel

his towering presence looming over me. "He betrayed us. He thought he cou

't have anything to do with it," I said, my words coming o

e was," Maximo cut me off, his tone sharp as a k

come. The fear gnawed at me, and I could feel the weight o

s from mine. The heat from his presence was suffocat

ngerous whisper. "You think you can just walk away from the mafia and live

t want any part of this," I said, my voice sha

getting away that easily," he finally said, his voice low and omino

ck. I didn't know what he was going to do, but the look in hi

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