5″He stands in the lounge with a glass of wine, speaking to one of the few mafia bosses that was involved in the meeting. He sees you, standing in the corner, biting your lip and seeming nervous. He notices the bruises along your arms, shoulders, neck and back, and a sudden fury like never before ignited within him. He comes towards you. He gently runs his hand along the bruises “Who did this to you?” his voice is cold with his demand “I promise, I’ll make them pay.”
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