The Kidnapped girl

The Kidnapped girl

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'' Bonnie are you listening? We got ten seconds until the cops arrive!'' Clyde yelled from the window. I snapped back at him then the cashier guys who were still putting money into the open bag. I hit the one guy over his head. He fell behind the counter and the other guy was in panic mode holding up his hands to me. I snickered at him and lifted up the money. As I turn I saw that two police cars arrived. I groan. Just what we needed. ''This is the cops come out with your hands up!'' One guy shouted at us. It made me want to laugh. I then glance back at the little girl in the older woman's hands. I got an idea. ''Clyde!'' I yelled to get his attention, and once I did I flew the bag over to him. He caught it with ease, but their was this questioning look in his eye. I ignored it and walked over to the girl. As I got closer I could tell the mother knew I was coming. The mother was bold enough to look up then very fast look back down at the tile floor holding her child tighter. ''Give me the girl'' I said my voice hard.
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"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. I jogged over, drawing my gun from the holster at my waist, and snapped, "Тебя никто не учил манерам?" (Did no one ever teach you any 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 girl, shivering in nothing but a dirty, torn 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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