Queen dei Capo ( Mafia Boss Revenge)

Queen dei Capo ( Mafia Boss Revenge)

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Should have known better, but i like to play with fire ! He should be my game plan. Now i am confused. I was borne to rule, no one would stop me to get what is mine. My dad was killed before 2 years 4 days and now i am on war path and as you know all is fair in love and war. My games are dangerous and i always knew my mouth would get me in trouble. Here i am with a 44 magnum caliber pistol pointed at my pretty head and i am smirking and i know the next thing that comes out of my mouth which will probably be pretty stupid will get me killed. So what lets do this : " Is your other pistol as big as the one that you are pointing at my head, pretty boy." see i can be polite and play nice. Okey i had to trow pretty boy in the mix, that i knew would thick him off. But what to do he killed my dad, i just couldn't help being snarky.
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