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found a dark web forum where Mia wa

od-diamond engagement ring, boasting that

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of Capos, but instead of proposing, his velvet bo

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and shoved me away, leaving me to suffer

e callously referred to the

ly's name since we were teenagers, and

ost under the sacred code of Omert

from my eyes and delivered a brutal,

the massive projector screen, ready to expo

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mage resolved itself on my screen: a photograph of the cust

posted by my

rthday girl did not cancel her mafia wedding by midnight, her Underboss lover woul

phone was the only light in

y gathering hosted by Mia-the girl I had protect

as a shadow recessed in the deep velvet of

as the Underboss

East Coast before his twenty-fifth birthday, had sett

nds had been the ones to meticulous

phone vibrate

text from

nk, but I got her into her safehous

lent plunge in temperature, as if a pail of ice water had

hidden network used only by the lowest a

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ned her she was playing a dangerous ga

ed at the

iend would help her exact revenge and publicl

ing cartel hits, diverting the choicest illicit spo

s I zoomed in on the

ood-diamond ring resti

image, resting on a bedside tabl

Lorenzo three months ago to launde

atch lay a j

e sisterhood bracelet I curren

watch I had bought my fiancé, composing posts on a dark web forum about ho

ayed his mafia betrothal to

ea clawed its w

own to her l

completely clueless to the fact that during a syndicate operation trip i

hought, but as a dull, conc

that trip in

her legs gave

p the rocky path while I walked behind them, wiping th

efore the first drop fell, blu

er our sacred code of Omerta had

would gather tomorrow night. Every Made Man in the syndicate would be in one room, raising their glasses in my name. If I walked away tonight, Lorenzo and Mia would spin their own story before I could tell mine. No. I wou