Wrong Sister Claimed By The Mafia King

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ng to tell

k box on the passenger seat. She was going to love it

ays ago, but she had stayed behind because of him - to spend more time tog

eant to become the Mafia Queen. He just needed five years. That's all h

and reached her floor. Arriving at her door

pen, only to see a trail of blood drops on the

thinking and rushed forward to

nic. Most of her roommates were

He pulled out his phone to dial her number, bu

, desperate, before a muff

't thin

thundering in his chest. It was

levator doors, shouting her name, cursing under

He turned and bolted down the stairs, two steps

eached th

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r, banging her fists against the

d, his voice rippi

Pain.

hit him a

gers instinctively searched his pockets for his car key

r. Her eyes met his through the bac

ed beside her and jabbed

went limp, slumping into the seat a

art dr

he breathed

hed hard onto the ground. Blood had

watching as the car disappeared into th

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