Caged By The Mafia King

The Woman

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that loomed over her like specters. Footsteps pounded behind her, growing closer-relentless, unyielding. S

around her, neon lights and blaring horns creating a chaotic symphony. She turned a corner and stumbled onto a street lined w

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ghter masking her desperate movements. Inside, the club was an assault on the senses-music pulsed like a heartbeat, strobe lig

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threats. His black suit fit like a second skin, crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the collar to reveal a hint of ink that

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him personally, but his reputation was legend. Vincenzo Moretti wasn't just a name

he moved, two men materialized at her sides. Their presence was suffo

straight into

his voice a low murmur laced with

hest. She turned back toward Vincenzo, unable to resist the magnetic pull of hi

aking the message

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