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CHAPTER 145: Back Together?
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Bang! The bullet barely licks my cheek and makes it bleed, before whooshing past me. “That’s a warning! I’ll kill you the next time you run away!” Francesca hisses as she hands the rifle to one of her men. I’ve escaped death several times before, so I’m not feeling even the slightest shiver of fear with her warning. Still, I must be more careful next time. Her men drag me inside her tent, and I’m too beaten up to fight back anymore. They then toss me on a bunk bed, making me moan in pain.Francesca crouches down beside me, and wipes my wounded cheek with a soaked towel. Once her men step out, she whispers menacingly into my ears, “I’ll give you your freedom, if you help me overthrow my brother and become the Boss of my gang.” “I’m so tired of living behind his shadows, always following his commands but never getting the credits I deserve.” Good! This is my perfect chance to take her brother’s role; controlling her! “First, I need to regain my connections from the powerful in
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