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Chapter 3 Mafia School Of War.

Word Count: 874    |    Released on: 10/06/2025

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nded like a boulder dropped between us. "What? Dad's family doesn't know about us?" My voice shook so hard I barely rec

her lap, where her hands twisted together like tan

me this was real. My whole life, I'd assumed Dad's family was just... gone. Maybe they'd died before I was born. Maybe

ke a slap: Their parents kne

distance. It wa

there was no one

ght of

e chair sat empty. His laughter no longer rumbled through the halls. E

Her face was pale but determined. "David," she said, "I'm p

the fees anymore. But my stomach still dropped to my feet.

r poster herself. Over the years, I'd memorized everything about her: the way she tucked her braids behind her ears when concentratin

finally say, "I love you," without tripping over

hat Wouldn'

s. Before the coffin. I'd go back to the version of my life where Favour was still d

rches forward, crushing ever

and tried not to think about the future waiti

Tran

led through the phone, sharp with frustration. "Mrs. David Oke

nch. "The deci

ust embarrassing-it meant less money for new labs, fewer scholarships. But

Mafia's Sc

laughing. "It's the best option now," she said, as if enrolling me in a place

I even cried. But

ts learned things like "strategic combat" and "loyalty enforcement." Government-appro

I didn't want to be a kingpin. I just w

didn't cha

ise to

even when Mom's choices felt like punishment, I obeyed. If st

nd I Lef

in nice cars. But Favour? She'd once scolded me for wasting money on expens

ja, with no way to explain why I'd vani

ewell

few weeks. But then Mom announced, "We're st

. Some secrets, I'd learned

ne thing: to say goodbye to Favour. Not with a text or a c

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