Her Mafia Protector

a's

e was to run away, run far away and never return. But I knew I

would dare go against

past, my best friend-Tracy-and I were starting to bring it back. For the last few days, Uncle Zorah had shut me from the outs

cking old man with salt and peppered hair. I love Tracy with all my heart. She figured something was wrong when I obviously couldn'

ape. She had climbed up a tall ladder to reach my window earlier, how hard could it be to do the same? I sighed out loud, folded up the pa

escaping from here. Tracy had promised to secure a job for me to

hance I got to get the fuck

om my uncle

eting Meera's sharp gaze. She had her hands placed behind her back, striking my cu

ants you healthy

zipped up and glanced at the food. "I'm used to you starving me." I

dagger from her pocket,

o it now? End your misery. My father wants you to live, but I want you completely gone, six feets under."

g with the silver dagger

the in pain." I reached for the dagger and tossed it on my cou

before turning away. With her fingers around the doorknob, her voice shattered the silence o

uckled, sitting upright, "are you afraid I would

nto hours with the sky turning darker. The stars shone brightly, the moon casting a warm glow on the whole building. I got off my bed, grabbed a black

iled at the familiar figure staring back at me. Tracy. She waved her hands, but due to the distance, I felt like Rapunzel being

leaving this

hts. As I climbed down the ladder, it felt like the wind was close to tossing me away like it doe

e steps to rea

d when a loud gunshot pierced the air. The ladder lost its balance almost immediately, and when I glanc

ht by some strong arms, pressed hard against some hard, stiff chest. My heart slammed hard against my rib

from his arms, but he held me in place, "St

pilling down my cheeks. My heart twisted wit

yelled, slapping my hands against his chest. I struggled again

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