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2024-10-29 19:42:56“Okay, let her go,” Nicolai said, and Mary was untied, “Seeing you’re such a poor mouse, I will add you two more days. Don’t try escaping and do not. I repeat, do not try involving the police.”
“Okay,” Mary said, sweating.
It wasn’t hot, and her experience with these men had brought her down to her knees.
They had been watching her. How stupid of her to think that she could escape from a mafia gang leader.
She was just grateful that he had given her more time. She had to give him a little cash to calm him down for a while.
“Two days, and we will be back. We won’t be that kind next time,” Nicolai said, and he and his men rushed out.
Their car sped out, and it seemed like everything was okay, except that Mary had just been held at gunpoint for money she didn’t even use.
She channeled her anger into her kitchen. She went to cook whatever she found there, and af
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