Love, Vodka, Bullets: A Mafia Story *ON HOLD*
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  • Reads 1,254
  • Votes 33
  • Parts 33
  • Time 3h 24m
Ongoing, First published May 18, 2016
Mature
Empires rise and fall, in this world. People pay the price everyday, the innocent caught in the crossfire are mourned, while the guilty and wicked are burned in the shadows. The role I play is very simple, to execute, to write the Death certificates and call out the times.

I hadn't been home in seven years, no one speaks of why I left. My enemies believed that I was dead. The call came in at 2:00 a.m. while I was in Venice, Italy. 

I returned to a broken and dying empire, and the only way to save it was to do the unthinkable.
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