The Mafia's Doll

The Mafia's Doll

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Sarah was sleeping peacefully, wrapped in the warmth of her blanket, when a soft whisper brushed against her ear. "I will always protect you, Sarah. And I will kill anyone who tries to hurt you." The voice was calm... but dangerous. Deep. Possessive. Sarah's eyes flew open. She looked around the room. No one was there. Her heart started beating faster. She was sure she heard someone. A man's voice. Close. Too close. She quickly looked at the door. It was still locked from the inside. Nothing seemed out of place. But then she noticed a shadow moving on the balcony. Her throat went dry. She slowly picked up a flower vase from the table, holding it tightly in both hands. Her legs felt weak, but she moved forward step by step, heart racing like it would burst. As she reached the balcony door, a loud sound made her jump. A thud. Like someone had just jumped down. She ran to the railing and looked outside. All she could see was a black car speeding away into the night. ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────
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