Christiano's Angel

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ng cashier that I'd spoken to earlier, I was careful as I stepped over his body. What was I doing? This was easily the most insane thing I'd ever done in my life, if I got caught in here it would be the end, I mean just look at this place! If these people were willing to go to some extreme

r actually considered what I would do if I had found the place I was looking for. I couldn't just waltz in, could I? I was willing to bet t

to give up when I jumped. I threw my hand over my heart and exhaled loudly as the sight of my reflection in a large

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hind it! But how could I get through? It was bulletproof, so breaking it wasn't an option, I could only

from the wall beside the mirror. His height was nothing to be impressed with and I could tell he was Italian by the tan, the dark thick hair, and the nose. He straightened his suit, took a long drag of the cigar in his mouth, and took tw

here he had come from was built into the wall, and watching him walk out of it looked

ushing on it, the door opened with a loud hissing noise. I jumped into the box and shut it behind me. It was small, had it not been for the small light of m

Absolute genius! I followed the small walkway, it was going down and lit dimly. I didn't hear any noises. Confident in the vacancy, I hurried down, down the

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ke a foam mattress under me. The room smelled sweet and was a light pastel pink with rose petals across the floor. I had to get this, I had to freaking get this.

l the proof in the world, and I mean, it's not like they were paying attention to their surroundings at this point. I took a deep breath, the sane part of my brain, the part that had been screaming for me to get out of there in the first place seemed to be getting smaller and quieter the further I go

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own again. Turning around again, a tall lanky man was standing before me, his trou