Love And War
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I sobbed so hard I gasped for air. I don't remember crying this hard in my entire life.
Seeing an innocent man with a .45 caliber pressed against his skull does that to a person.
"You are MINE! If any motherfucker so much as thinks about taking away what's mine, I. WILL. KILL. HIM! I will kill him and everyone he has ever come in contact with. Let this be a lesson to you, as his blood is now on your hands."
Those steel eyes watched me without an ounce of regret for what he was about to do. I shook my head. I began to plead. I begged for his life. This only seemed to anger him more.
"Please! Please don't do thi-"
BANG!
What happens when a young black business owner crosses paths with the Don of Guerra Crime Family? There will be blood, tears, and battles won and lost. Relationships will form and others will break. What is it they say? All is fair in Love and War.
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