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shadows across the sterile apartment. It was a world away from the warm,

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sed everythi

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thoroughly exhausted, Katy

is jawline. "You look terrible. Did t

ring her touch. "Vincenzo is stubborn.

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ing over the South Side. A custom platinum money clip. I noticed you always keep that filthy, b

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ingers brushing the fabric right over his heart

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pooled together my allowance and

my name next to his, I bought a met

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a tiny, crooke

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exhausted and sporting heavy bags under my eyes, h

g my face with his rough hands, and k

me," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion

head against his chest. "I want you t

tried to reach into Lev's p

er wrist with a sudde

ed, his voice dropping to

ed ego flaring. "Why do you even keep that piece of junk

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etrable mask of the ruthless mob boss cracked-if onl

his face blank. "I keep it to remind myse

son?" Kat

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d me. She ab

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to do i

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get to my father, then made him execute you himself. If I

ou hate me so yo

tic jealousy in her eyes. "Give me a name, Lev

er shut and pressed i

er to suffer. I'm going to bleed her family dry until she has n

spare their lives... I