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The Mafia's Son | p.jm [completed]
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Ongoing, First published Jul 09, 2017
Heart pounding, and back pressed against the wall.
  
"This is it." 

A dark alley filled with men dressed in all black.

Guns aimed and ready to shoot, me.
  
"Stop."
  
There was the sound of a familiar voice.

He was dressed in all black too. On top of his mouth, a mask was present, and the rest of his face hidden by the hoodie on top of his head. 
  
But why did his figure look so familiar, and why did his voice sound so comforting?
  
  
Who is he?
  
  
  

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Story idea from user: @Suga_Kim
  
  Start: 07/08/17
  Finish: 11/04/17
  
  Highest: #5 on Fanfiction 01/06/18
  
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