The Mafia's Bride The Auctioning

ess than five minutes, and it was already creating chao

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get our hands on and it only involved the man dying. The foot

spoke from my side, and I th

the case, and not a single detail leading to this killer bee that

come out of his mouth. "A serial killer died a week ago, and out of the blue, another com

.." I stood up, reac

ll, of cou

ial killer's background. Friends? Family? Anyone that seems like a perfect replacement. You never know if

hoto with him. Perhaps that's his wife, a

s. Something doesn't seem right, even if he has been dead for a week.

, ma

or I'll have you fed to the dogs!" Both of them jumped, but they kn

home. I'd been out for two hours, and it had been nothing but one m

few blocks away with my gun strapped in my waistband. I walked quietly to the house. I had no visitor

were two people, one in the living room, one in my room. I pulled my gun out, holdi

the dark. None of them spoke, but

n pointed at his head... at my father's head. "...Papa!" I yelled

r!" my mother snapped, and I

er hand over her chest dramatically. "...Jesus! What the hell are you both doing in my house?" I

manners, young lady. Apologize to y

you both disowned me!" Mama gasped while my

disgrace to

ooks like Mama. But I chose to become the law, and guess what I get? Hatred. And I also get hate for l

remind you of what the law is?" Papa's cold voice pierced thro

g my gun and pointing it to his forehead. I was tempted to

et married to your betrothe

have a b

aced it on the counter. "If you are worried whether it is il

two inches above his head. "...I will not miss the next one," I warned, and he knew I

blink or look away from my father's eyes. He grabbed

row by 8 a.m. Your spo

t ready." He opened his mouth to speak, and I point

entire body shook. I grabbed the pa

auction Isabela Rios..." Th

ct