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2025-04-01 18:00:30Leah's POV
Liam stared. "What the hell are you?"
I wiped my hands on his jacket. "Hungry."
He laughed then, wild and unhinged. "You're crazy."
"Crazy enough to fix your problems. If you obey."
"Obey?" He raised an eyebrow. "That's kinky."
I stared at him. "You want to save your grandmother? Stop playing gangster. You're a joke."
His smile died. "Yeah? And what's your deal? Some kinda runaway mob wife?"
"Like you can't even imagine." I released him.
Silence.
He rubbed his neck. "Fine. What's the plan, boss?"
I glanced at the photo. The old woman's eyes glared back, unyielding. "First, we get some money."
"From where?"
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Vinny's nightclub reminded me of Sheridan Club. It was a cacophony of neon lights and pounding bass, the kind of place where secrets were buried under the weight of too much noise and too many bodies.
I walked in with Liam trailing behind me, his face still bruised
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