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... n his eyes for a long time. Frankly because she had slept with most of his inner circle and they all shared everything.
And by that, he meant everything.
So this woman was perfect to die.
"Who was she?" Salvatore heard from his side as he walked down the stairs. "Was she your wife? I heard she was blonde but if she was your wife," she emphasized on the word your,"She should have dressed better, right?"
If only this one knew.
Evelyn’s nightwear was fucking ...
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