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48-to amend mistakes
Rodion
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"Start talking!" I pushed Dmitri inside my office and then banged the door shut. The idiot was not allowed in Italy, let alone in Sicily and my territory. The nerve of him and his fighting techniques, I must admit I was surprised by how he managed to take down eleven of my men.
"Damn, I respect you now, how the fuck did you succeed in taking me on the grou-"
I cocked my gun and then aimed it at him. He held his hands up in surrender.
"Okay...okay. Calm down." He collapsed on one of my office seats. "You were not picking up my calls!" He uttered.
"Why the fuck are you here!" I seethed. What was hard for him, he was supposed to stay out of the picture. He was not gonna add more burden to what I had. I had no time to protect him while I was running out of time in finding Alessia and Matteo.
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The Mafia And The Fake Wife 02-golden gift
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