Sold To The Mafia Lord ( Mafia obsession)

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summoned

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he saw. And he would rather burn

lass like veins of silver. Below, the estate was quiet. The guards had

d in two days. Not since

shut the door

too, was

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human. Not

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ignore

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that kindness would not be repeated. That whateve

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