The Mafia Hitman And His Lover

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voice comes in, with a mockery tone. I h

voice only made me weary.

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around my chest

mian stepped away from me and

s killer smile was depressing as it

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red, fussing at

s grief in my heart. My life has al

breast just to piss me away. I w

stops Damian from his heinous act. The skin on

nded, dragging him along to the din

s at me while his mouth snickered. I wa

ously and shut my eyes, agonized

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t me distracted and sa

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as he sat upright, his hand a

sed with Jap

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under the table a

urbing. He had no smile and

s way of we

sked of me since that day. He didn't e

you com

s hurt me. If only he'd just embrace

were curious too as their pr

n eat a meal a

ecided to give a reply. Having a fa

ld crumble on me, judging from the

e which I knew contained drugs. He was a junkie

ian occupyi

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k back as he almost choked. Adr

ze at me. That was a bold s

was busy slicing his steak

emotionless and taking a quick glance

d all he did was slice steaks and

llowed hard, fighting ba

sifying, but I've got to figh

declared his heir ever since I

after their previous mistakes o

ed out with rage in my tone as the creepy

eep sigh as he was y

e offer the first time and not listen

nership", Adrian began in a low tone that seem

never hand

sh, but nevertheless, I didn'

to fall weak again, but with

d sniffed as I folde

dining table. I fell under depression and ju

he table and there was silence, but I purposely took

roat, snubbing th

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