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The Mafia King's Regret Chapter 134
The sun cast a golden glow over the Marcello estate as I stepped out onto the balcony. The cool morning breeze tangled a wayward strand of hair across my forehead while the morning light kissed my cheeks in warmth. Like a queen surveilling her lands, I gazed down on the sprawling grounds and gardens
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I’d told him it seemed unlikely I’d have punching gloves in a real fight.He’d stopped bugging me after that.My aforementioned and overprotective husband stood on the other side of the punching bag, his own knuckles bare. His gaze assessing as I approached.“Let’s see what you remember,” he said.M
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For as long as I could remember, the training arena of the Marcello estate had been my place of comfort. A place more home than home itself. Maybe it was the lingering scents of sweat and leather, softening the crisp fall air into almost summer comfort.Maybe it was that, surrounded by an arsenal of
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Eli nodded and lifted his fists.We trained for another hour. Basic defensive moves came so easily, we moved quickly on before the lesson was half over. The kid absorbed things like a sponge, his enthusiasm never wavering. Every time I made a correction, adjustment, or suggestion, he accommodated wi
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I stepped into the hospital lobby. The bright light and harsh scents of antiseptic stung my senses, and yet, it was like coming home. It’d been months since I’d been here, walked these halls, visited patients. Saved lives.Everything was the same—the fluorescent lights, the human smells lurking bene
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I sat alone in my office, staring into the dark depths of the coffee mug in my hand. Layla’s words from the night before still echoed in my mind, reverberating in my skull in a way that unsettled me more than I cared to admit.Had I truly thought that by choosing me, she would fit seamlessly into th
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The soft hum of voices and the darkly sweet scent of coffee blended into a comforting warmth as I stepped into the coffee shop. It was late in the afternoon, but the place was still purring with activity—college-aged folks set up with laptops, small groups of friends, a bookworm here and there.It w
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So much meaning buried beneath those simple words. Sure, there were the obvious things—under-the-table deals, no more money laundering, no more enforcers handling business in the shadows. No more fighting, no more weapons or guns.But it wasn’t just that.It was Carlo. My mother. My brothers not by
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