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Turning around, I looked to Toby’s lifeless body sluer…his blood splattered over the windshield…overmy suit No matter how badly you scrubbed or washed, blood never came out of white I’d known him since I was child, he’d been inbetas a ruined suit, because he, like Ethan, thought he could control me Unfortunately for hiive him

“No one controls hter of Liam Alec Callahan, head of Irish mob, and Melody Nicci Giovanni Callahan, head of the Italian er of death

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“She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell”

~ Nikita Gill

DONATELLA – 30 DAYS AGO

“Has it been like this since Sunday?”

“Yes,up behin

da shadow over ht side of the church; I don’t knoe should be thankful or not”

“Not,” I replied angrily, stepping forward into the OS center, the facility ht in the heart of the city to honor their fathers, Orlando “Iron Hands” Giovanni and Sedric “The Butcher” Callahan Two great rew up constantly reminded of My mother rarely spoke of her father, but when I shipped off to boarding school in Italy, I’d heard stories of him Those who did reeyman So the mass fortune he’d “earned”

My father on the other hand, couldn’t shut up about his father Apparently, dear old grandfather hated his nickna it up… I had no idea why, though, and it didn’t acy The edifice my parents had built in their honor was supposed to sho far our families had come It wasn’t just a soup-kitchen or recreation center It was rereatness, only the best of the best of the best went to it First-class facilities, groceries, and even help with job search Once a week, every week, we fed anyone who cah the door The other six days it was open to the public to not only find work and train for better jobs, but for necessities like showers and haircuts Even people eren’t Irish or Italian cae Center, all because of the Finnegan Brothers and their grunts had placed a bomb in our family church

“Now I knohy Ethan left for Boston so quickly, Tobias,” I said, walking down the corridor and looking at the sleeping e; the aftermath was the messy part

“Why, ma’am?” He stood directly behind me, closer than I preferred in public

I glanced over my shoulder at him, “Haven’t you realized my brother has only two facial expressions; Fear Me and Get the Fuck Out My Way, You Bore Me”

He tried not to smirk, but I saw the corner of his lip turn up And I couldn’t help but think that he was cute His long, shoulder length dark-brown hair was pulled back into bun, his light brown eyes staring down at my lips