"Останови машину," I commanded. (Stop the car) The driver, whose name I'd forgotten, obeyed. Stepping out, I walked towards the boys, hearing their laughter and insults. Stupid kids. They were gathered around something, laughing and kicking at it. I jogged over and shouted, "Тебя никто не учил манерам?" I yelled, drawing my gun from the holster at my waist. (Did no one teach you some manners?) The color drained from their faces, and they scattered. Approaching the corner where they had been standing, my heart clenched. There, on the cold ground, lay a small girl, shivering in nothing but a dirty, torn white t-shirt. ♡♡︎♡︎ A small, naive girl with no shelter. A feared mafia boss known as the Angel of Death...What will happen when their paths cross?
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