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Thank the Devil.
I could finally breathe again—if only that weren’t a luxury I didn’t actually have thanks to this useless body. My whole being was thrumming with rage, but I could do nothing but lie there, seething in a silent prison of my own flesh.
Ernesto. That bastard. I could still see him; his hands on my property. His fingers squeezing, his arrogant little chuckles, the way Rosario giggled like some lovesick idiot... ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
Dios mío.
I needed ...
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