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He thought he did the right thing by keeping his occupation a secret, but when the truth comes out, he loses the only person that ever made his heart skip a beat every time he looked at her.
Could he win her back?
She wanted nothing t...
We've been in Florida for about an hour now, we ended up leaving around 11 last night instead of this morning since we were all packed up already.
It's pretty early right now around 4 in the morning. I let Anna rest because she wasn't comfortable sleeping on the jet. I took this time to visit our little thieves.
"This the place?" I ask as we pull up to a decent sized house. Rico nodded.
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All the lights were off so they must be asleep. "Go and make sure your ear pieces are on" I said.
My men left the car and stalked up to the house. I watched as one picked the lock and they all went into the house. About 3 minutes later I hear a scream.
I smirk.
"Boss you might want to come in here." Rico said. I sighed.
I got out of the car and walked towards the house. Once I was inside I followed the noise to the living room and saw the couple tied up in separate chairs.
The man, Marco Esposito sat glaring at me as if I should be intimidated when he's the one with the gun to his face. His wife, Lucia looked frightened as ever.
"What's the problem?" I asked not seeing anything wrong.
"The child is in the other room asleep." Rico said. Shit.
We can't go through with this with a child present. We're not evil enough to kill in front of the innocent we do have hearts. I mean unless it's completely within reason. Like what happened with Annabelle.
"Take them to the warehouse, you know what to do afterwards so you don't need me." I told them. They all nodded.
"No Please! We have a kid you can't do this!" The woman yelled while the man just sat there. "Oh you mean the child who needed the money for the college he was going to be attending soon?" I said with my head cocked to the side.
She said nothing.
"Take them away." I said and they proceeded to carry them out.
I went into the room the child was in. I'm not just going to leave him here.
The third door I opened happened to be his room, which isn't really a room. There's no bed no furniture, just a room and a couple coloring books scattered around and a blanket covering only half his body because it's too small.
