RUTHLESS: The Mafia Alpha's Toy

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their voices sharp with a foreign accent, thei

could never distinguish it if it had

growl. Low. Guttural. Something

d it and if trauma had twisted my

the men that had taken my life away and I couldn't help but remember the way my mo

inked onto his foot but that wasn't what gave him away. His accent had been what gave it away... I instantly knew that I had found one of

rain soaking through my clothes, I wa

even notic

d. He was running away from something but he wouldn't be ru

the dim light. "You look like y

are you?" He questioned, visibly distressed

er me, do you?" I took a slow step f

ghter. I look just like her, don't you think?" I

twisted,

my plastic smile dropped on

d dark. "And what¿ You think you're gonna get revenge

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ugh the air, the bullet gra

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