The sound of music dies down as she walks on stage. Stood behind a podium as she spoke. Dante’s lips curl into a smirk as she talks about cleaning up the streets of crime. Her voice confident. He brings his cigarette to his lips as he takes a drag before blowing out the smoke. My, my, I would’ve killed that old man ages ago if I knew about you, darling... The thought floats in his head as he leans back in his chair, his eyes locked on her. Her lips move beautifully as she speaks.
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