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... an’s own blood pooling in his mouth having bitten his tongue off. His lips curled in frustration, and he cursed under his breath. He should have known better than to trust someone with so much desperation in their eyes.
"Damn it!!!"
He had wanted answers, but the bastard had ensured he wouldn’t give any. At least there was still the Omerta.
And that one? Oh, he talked—loudly and desperately—after Rebecca put a bullet through his kneecap and ground her boot into the shatte ...
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