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Scott—Me or Don Angelo pt 4
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2025-04-08 09:34:27I couldn't tell where he began and she ended as they tried to get into each other's heads. I couldn't read her. It fucking scared the shit out of me. She was as big a wild card as her father.
Baby, don't. It's not over. As long as you don't pull that trigger, there's still a chance that Joey lives. No matter how small. Don't give up. "Well obviously no one will ever love you like I do," I carried on, still desperately trying to win her over. Still that night in Prague. I really showered her with love that night. That's why you let me fuck you, isn't it baby? You couldn't get enough of my I love yous and I would have said it forever to make you believe me if you needed me to. "That's it. I've indulged this shit long enough. Lorenzo, now you may shut him up," said an apprehensive Don Angelo. This earned me a blow to the shoulder with the back of Lorenzo's gun, which hurt like a bitch. It wa
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