Mafia
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Fiction
Action and Thriller
Four best friends...Their secret? It might be that they're spies, or it could be that none of them are telling the truth. Who's the real liar, who can you trust, and what will happen? Find out in this remake of the great game mafia...please enjoy! :) P.S. This is a co-authored book Our usernames are- Cool_Gal2 (writing as Mickey), Hidden_Secret1_ (writing as Mia), jharder314 (writing as Jacee), and Missunderstood_2 (writing as V) Warning: This book may contain scenes of Marvin Gaye and getting it on. There will be a message at the top to tell you when it will happen, but thought you might want to know...You have been warned.
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