how to get a mafia king

how to get a mafia king

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"Wh-What d-d-did i-i d-do to de-deser-erve th-this???!!" i cried out ignoring people's stare's i could feel all the tears that slipped down my face but it never reached the floor because it was whipped of my face by HIM he was one of the thing's I've love with all my heart but he was the REASON WHY MY CHILD IS DEAD RIGHT NOW i slapped his hands off my face and started hutting his chest "bring h-her b-b-back " i said crying still hitting him " BRING ME BACK MY CHILD YOU BASTARD!!!" i yelled at him
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Mute love

You are angry I know, I know I was wrong, I did wrong, if you are mad then hit me, slap me, punch me, hurt me physically, I would bear that, but don't go away from me, it's hurting me internally. " I parted my lips with an exhale, why is he doing this? No one ever said that to me. Not even my so-called fiance. He showed me my mistakes when I was mad but look at this man. " Do you want me to beg?? " I stepped back when his knees touched the ground " I am on my knees " He held both of his ears with between his thumb and index finger of both of his hands. " I am begging you, please " I kept on staring at him and tears gathered in my eyes. He doesn't need to do such things for me, he shouldn't care, he shouldn't give a shit if I am angry. Because even if he gained my forgiveness, it doesn't mean anything , I can't go back to him , why should I? " Why are you staring at me, please say something , Anshika?? " I stepped back, one two three... ... . . After three steps I turned around to run, I can't find a better option at this point, but I could not, when I felt a steel grip on my wrist " Please stop it!! " this is love story of mute girl and heart broken cold man who used to be the sweetest person once

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