Falling For The Mafia Boss

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m of the industrial air conditioning unit. But even with t

mind was a thousand miles away. Back to that

oney in front of me. Thirty million dollars. B

Lucas's voice broke thr

ession, but his eyes held a hint of concern. He could always tell when my mind wandered too far. An

g my temples. "Yeah, I'm good," I

good," Lucas sa

ng words. He wasn't wrong. But tonight wasn't about my dis

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there, frozen in terror, watching as my father, the man who had raised me, the man

done everything they asked. But when they no longer had any use for him

re children. The Cartel had no mercy, and I knew that i

ever pay for it. The police were on the Cartel's payroll. The investigation was a farce, and they didn't even bother to hide i

I was

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swers. I needed answers. The years spent in America had done nothing to numb th

readcrumbs that led nowhere. It was then I r

all. Every single officer, every official in the city, was in their pocket. There wou

as no other way. The Cartel had

ey had their own scars, their own stories of how the Cartel had destr

ng for something bi