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Chapter 11-Blood Oaths and Deadly Secrets
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2022-02-13 22:18:16
RoxyPineappleWell, well, well… looks like Raffaele is back at it again—doing what he does best: being an absolute menace with a knife in one hand and a death wish in the other. 😵💫💀 Meanwhile, poor Edwina is just trying to live her life, and here we are, deep in the dark underworld of mafia drama, blood, and—oh!—a surprise bedtime not-so-apology. 😏🔥 At this point, I’m convinced Raffaele doesn’t know how to apologize like a normal human being. “Sorry, Tesoro, let me make it up to you… with aggressive neck grabbing and possessive threats.” Classic. 😂 Anyway, if you're still here, congrats! 🎉 You survived another chapter of tension, danger, and morally questionable decision-making. Buckle up, because things are about to get even crazier! 😈🚀 P.S. Mariano? You better start running, buddy. Raffaele’s coming. 😬🔪
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