The Mission✔

The Mission✔

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Mario felt something pushed up against the back of his head. "Don't fucking move." Mario slowly raised up his hands and just stood there. He gulped hard, thinking of a way to get out of his situation. He didn't want to die. Not here. Not now. Especially since he hasn't even found the leader of this place. Time was ticking fast and he could feel the rim of the gun press down into the back of his head. "Turn around very slowly and don't try anything slick." Mario did as the voice said and slowly turned around and was stunned at what he saw. ~~~~~~~ Mario Grand, an FBI agent, has simply one intention: to get justice and avenge his older brother, Josh. How can he do that? By taking down The Flaming Claws, the vastly dangerous and intelligent mafia in NYC. Accepting the challenge, all he has to do is get in, lead out the boss, and get out. It seems simple but is it? Will Mario avenge his brother? Or will he die trying? Find out by reading The Mission (Book 1 of The Mission Series) *TMS
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I'm gonna get him killed. Someday. Somehow. I'm gonna get him killed. And the worst part? He knows I will. "Turn this into a fucking game, I'm begging you to make a bet out of it, just to see how long you'll last trying to change it before you realize not only you, but no one can. Genie gives you three wishes? Not enough. Every single memory taken out of my brain? Still only got one reality. A gun to my head....? You'll know my last words even if I don't get to say them." "A gun to mine?" An enemies to dead lovers, if you may. "A gun to yours?" I fucking hate him. "We're not the kind that fear death, why?" I really fucking hate him. "We know it doesn't end anything, we know it starts everything. You think a gun to your head's gonna be the last? No, either we write a sequel together in hell, or you're gonna find me taking a relaxing bath in someone's blood." "Do you know what a gun to yours means?" "A gun to my head....?" "A gun to your head, means a gun in my hands." He smiles. "Take my last breath from me, and I'll give you my last words."

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