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Jenny and Luca's wedding day pt 3
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2025-01-24 19:24:00"I'm calling about the hit I put out on Jenny," he said and my head whipped over to him in shock. "Job's off. Repeat, don't kill my daughter," said Don Angelo, his cold eyes staring dead into my soul.
My hands shook uncontrollably in my lap and I knew I was pale in the face.
What the fuck was all that drama if he was just going to have her killed? And why did he decide against it? Was he bluffing about putting a hit out on her to scare me? Or was it a double bluff and he meant for me to know that he was going to kill her and there was nothing I could do about it? Fuck, he was in my head.
"Relax, erede. She'll live. Just like the deer you refused to kill on our first hunting trip. Remember?" he said, patting my hands with one of his.
When I was unable to pull the trigger, he acted like it was no big deal. Only to take me home and make me watch while he beat the living cra
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