Death To Those Who Cross Me (NOT EDITED)

Death To Those Who Cross Me (NOT EDITED)

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Nicole Smith-Thomas, a young woman who just finished college with a bright future ahead of her. She thought she had everything, a lovely husband Xavier who proposed at their graduation, a job as a very respected and loved pediatrician, and then finding out that she will be having a baby that she and Xavier had been trying for. What happens when she had to leave work very late one night and got raped by three wanted men in her country and found out she lost the baby? Will she report it to the police and get on with her life like nothing happened or will she get her revenge on them? Find out this and more in Death To Those Who Cross Me.
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