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Thirty Two
I had planned to watch the intervention from upstairs. I was still wearing Mariano's shirt, watching as Jace Ivankshov and Mariano conversed in a language that definitely wasn't Italian.
Emilio leaned against a wall, looking bored out of his mind.
Jace Ivankshov didn't look like a mafioso at all. He was wearing a dark blue collared shirt with a minions pattern on it, light wash jeans, and yellow, yes, yellow, sneakers.
I giggled silently at his appearance.
But the look on his face as he waspishly argued with my boyfriend chilled me to the bone.
I decided to go back, because nothing interesting seemed to be happening. They were just talking and I couldn't hear most of it. So I turned
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