dadaareads
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"ΠΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΎΠ²ΠΈ ΠΌΠ°ΡΠΈΠ½Ρ," I commanded. (Stop the car)
The driver, whose name I'd forgotten, obeyed.
Stepping out, I walked towards the boys, hearing their laughter and insults.
I jogged over, drawing my gun from the holster at my waist, and snapped, "Π’Π΅Π±Ρ Π½ΠΈΠΊΡΠΎ Π½Π΅ ΡΡΠΈΠ» ΠΌΠ°Π½Π΅ΡΠ°ΠΌ?" (Did no one ever teach you any manners?)
The color drained from their faces, and they scattered.
Approaching the corner where they had been standing, my heart clenched.
There, on the cold ground, lay a girl, shivering in nothing but a
dirty, torn t-shirt.
β‘β‘οΈβ‘οΈ
A small, naive girl with no shelter.
A feared mafia boss known as the Angel of Death...What will happen when their paths cross?