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Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 151410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)

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Aurora Scuderi spent her childhood and teenage days doing one thing-- loving Nevio. Until one fateful moment, he breaks her heart without a second thought. Leaving Aurora with her broken heart bleeding in her hands. Fleeing Las Vegas is the only way for Aurora to heal - forget Nevio and that night. But a man like Nevio can’t be shaken off that easily. The hunter in him was awakened.

Nevio Falcone is darkness. It seeps from his pores. It’s where his monster comes out to play to satisfy its cravings. Until he starts to crave something other than carnage: the one woman he shouldn’t pursue - Aurora.

What Nevio craves, he ruins. He told her to keep her distance. Now it’s too late to run away. Consequences be damned.

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Hate and love are closely related.

Both can take your breath away and immobilize you with their intensity. They represent the ultimate of human emotions. They should be complete opposites, divided by a vast chasm of other less potent emotions, but they aren’t always, and where Nevio was concerned, they definitely weren’t for me. In my case, love and hate were like toxic lovers, dancing their destructive tango inside my body.

I didn’t think they could exist beside each other. Yet they did. Love and hate played tug of war with my heartstrings, draining me with the constant backlash I felt.

I loved Nevio Falcone for almost half of my childhood and teenage life until I realized that I needed to learn to hate him if I wanted to get away unscathed.

Though that wasn’t even an option anymore.

Not physically.

Not mentally.

Nevio could hurt me far worse than he already had.

I knew I needed to stop him.

But I wasn’t sure if I could.

The worst thing? A part of me didn’t even want to try. A part of me wanted to risk heartbreak and pain just to be with him. A part of me was as addicted to our roller-coaster ride of hate and love as he was to his nightly hunts.

Maybe that was Nevio’s special power, to make you long for something that could potentially destroy you.

I was in love, but I wasn’t blind.

Nevio embodied pure destruction, and somewhere along the way, I’d become collateral damage.

Sometimes I wanted to hurt everyone, but there were certain people I always wanted to save a little more than I wanted to hurt them. Save them from me. The problem was that every day, I was a little less sure who held the reins, me or the monster. A monster who reeked of blood and sought carnage.

Maybe I was delusional when I thought there was a difference between the monster and me.

Nevio 19 years old

I’m not sure who started calling Massimo, Alessio, and me the Unholy Trinity. Maybe Savio. He had a canny talent to come up with nicknames. For as long as I could remember, my twin Greta had been Dollface, and I had been PIA (pain in the ass—naturally). And that was long before I’d made good on the name and taken the first girl anally.

I suppose the name was fitting, though any comparison to anything church-related was certainly classified blasphemy, considering what the three of us were up to at night.

Music blasted from the speakers of my all-black Dodge Ram. All black like our clothes, from our steel-toed boots to black cargo pants, leather cuffs, bandannas, balaclavas to our weapons, even up to the blades.

All black like our souls. Though I loved the flash of a silver blade and how it mirrored our victims’ panic on occasion.

The inside glowed red from the dashboard and the small LEDs in the center console and doors. Even my headlights had a red tinge.

The red because of the blood that would soon stain our skin and clothes. My pulse sped up in eagerness, thinking of the scent and soft texture.

Massimo often rolled his eyes at the excessive symbolism, as he called it, something he attributed to the institutional church as a way to mesmerize the masses. Still, he’d never worn anything but black on our raids, and it certainly wasn’t because of peer pressure. He wasn’t receptive to that shit.

I turned off the asphalt road onto a long dirt driveway. Huge signs that said “No trespassing,” “Armed response,” and “Spring-Guns” welcomed us. Hell yes.

Massimo tossed his balaclava onto the back seat. His dark brown hair, several shades lighter than mine, was pressed against his forehead. He gave it a quick toss so it fell more freely. I stifled laughter. Not vain, my ass. “Out here, we won’t need to hide our faces, I reckon,” he said.

My own balaclava was pushed up on my head, keeping my hair out of my face. Unlike Massimo, I fucking hated it if I had strands in my eyes, which was why I kept it shorter than his, though we both kept our sides and back trimmed. “It’s not a matter of need but fun. People freak out when they don’t see our faces.”

“They freak out when they see your face. It screams crazy-murdering motherfucker. That doesn’t leave anyone unaffected,” Alessio said from his spot beside me. One of his legs was propped up on my headboard. His hair was as long as Massimo’s, but because of the wave in his, it always piled atop his head in a fucking surfer-boy style. As if emo boy would ever use a surfboard—except perhaps to smash in someone’s head with it. “Who is it tonight?”

Alessio had a Robin Hood complex. While he liked the hunt and kill, he needed a reason for it to make peace with his conscience. He was always wary when it was my turn to pick our targets, though I mostly made sure that they had a track record.

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By Fate I Conquer (Sins of the Fathers #4) Read Online Cora Reilly http://www.ilovenovels.com/by-fate-i-conquer-sins-of-the-fathers-4-read-online-cora-reilly Sat, 03 Dec 2022 10:16:36 +0000 http://www.teennovels.net/by-fate-i-conquer-sins-of-the-fathers-4-read-online-cora-reilly Genre: Angst, Dark, Forbidden, Mafia, New Adult, Romance Authors: Cora Reilly Series: Sins of the Fathers Series by Cora Reilly
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Total pages in book: 145
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From USA Today bestselling author Cora Reilly comes a new STANDALONE forbidden mafia romance! What if you find your soulmate at the wrong time?

Amo
Do you believe in love at first sight? In a love so strong and bright, it ignites you even in your darkest hours? Do you believe that somewhere in this world there’s someone who’s destined to be your other half? Your soulmate?
I didn’t.
Until I met her.
Greta Falcone.
Protected mafia princess from the madmen of Las Vegas, she’s forbidden to me.

Greta
My love for my family and my animals was all I needed. I never thought I’d fall in love. Until I met him.
Amo Vitiello. Future Capo of the Famiglia. Cruel and cold. The smiles that he has only for me quiet the chaos in my head.
What if you find your soulmate at the wrong time?
I knew the cruelest men, and yet nothing could ever be crueler than fate itself.

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Twelve years old

I was only a young girl, dressed in my favorite tutu, when I came to the realization that the men in my family were like the monsters in the scary movies that Nevio loved to watch.

And a piece of my heart broke.

Screams and laughter rang out, filling our backyard, and the lingering smell of charcoal tickled my nose.

Mom caught my eye where she lounged on a sunchair next to our huge pool landscape where my twin Nevio, and cousins Alessio and Massimo had a water battle with Fabiano’s son Davide and my uncle Savio. The women of the family lounged on the sunchairs around them, having drinks. Only Aurora who was three years younger than me stood at the edge of the pool watching the fight as if she might want to join in. I sat on our patio, needing space, but even here the sounds became too much. It had been a long day filled with presents, cake, singing and hugs as Nevio and I celebrated our twelfth birthday.

If it was just my birthday, I wouldn’t have celebrated at all, but it was also Nevio’s day and so I braved the excitement.

I sent Mom an apologetic smile and rose from the chair. She nodded, a few blond strands falling out of her messy bun. She knew I had to leave and find peace in my room for the rest of the evening. I glanced around, looking for Dad to say good night as I always did. I found him, Nino and Fabiano in the common area of our mansion. It was a place that was busy most days. With three families living under this roof, everyone always used this area to gather—to celebrate and to argue alike. And Fabiano, who was like a brother to my dad and uncles, though he wasn’t blood, was over often too.

They were talking in quiet voices. I could tell something was up. A nervous energy was in the air, one that made my skin prickle in a way that made me long for a dark corner to hide. Dad fell silent when he spotted me. For a moment his dark eyes—the same dark brown as mine—held a gleam I couldn’t read before they became tender. I went over to him and briefly hugged his middle. “I’m off to bed.”

“Do that.” He kissed the top of my head before I pulled away and gave Nino and Fabiano a smile that felt a little tight from overuse today, then I headed into my family’s wing and into my room.

Until a couple of years ago, Nevio and I had shared a room but when I got overwhelmed by events, I often sought absolute quiet and Nevio wasn’t the quiet type. His room was a zone of war while mine was organized and spotlessly clean. Yet, our rooms were joined by a door so we could easily visit the other.

I got ready for bed despite it being only eight, but I felt tired and preferred to read in bed.

It was nearing eleven when I realized my mind and body wouldn’t find peace any time soon. I was still too overwhelmed by the day. Outside it had gotten quieter.

I got out of bed and put on my favorite white leotard, tights, tutu and ballet shoes before I headed downstairs. Through the French doors I could see that Mom, Nino’s wife Kiara, Savio’s wife Gemma and Fabiano’s wife Leona were still talking and drinking wine. Farther down, I could also make out movement, probably the other kids.

I decided against my ballet room in the small garden house. I didn’t like to dance there when so many people were in the garden.

Instead, I headed for the basement. Dad didn’t want me to be down there. But since Nevio had figured out the code for the steel door, I often went there when I couldn’t find solitude anywhere else.

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By Virtue I Fall (Sins of the Fathers #3) Read Online Cora Reilly http://www.ilovenovels.com/by-virtue-i-fall-sins-of-the-fathers-3-read-online-cora-reilly Wed, 06 Jul 2022 12:29:54 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/by-virtue-i-fall-sins-of-the-fathers-3-read-online-cora-reilly Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Romance Authors: Cora Reilly Series: Sins of the Fathers Series by Cora Reilly
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Love is an inconvenience Anna Cavallaro doesn’t have time for. She only has one goal: to become a fashion designer. Chicago’s elite already copies her style religiously, not least because she’s the daughter of the city’s notorious mafia boss. When she’s accepted at a world-famous fashion institute in Paris, her father’s condition is to take her bodyguard along. Anna definitely wouldn’t mind a few weeks of no-strings-attached fun with her brooding protector. Santino Bianchi became the Outfit’s enforcer because he liked the thrill of the hunt and kill. Babysitting his capo’s daughter is an honorable assignment he can’t refuse. His thoughts about Anna? Not so honorable. Santino’s ignored Anna’s persistent flirting for years. Now, far away from home boundaries begin to blur. But Santino doesn’t have any intention to be the reason for a failed engagement and the ensuing scandal. A summer fling in Paris. Only two things stand in Anna’s way. Santino’s iron will. And…her fiancé.
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Love is an inconvenience Anna Cavallaro doesn’t have time for.

She only has one goal: to become a fashion designer. Chicago’s elite already copies her style religiously, not least because she’s the daughter of the city’s notorious mafia boss.

When she’s accepted at a world-famous fashion institute in Paris, her father’s condition is to take her bodyguard along.

Anna definitely wouldn’t mind a few weeks of no-strings-attached fun with her brooding protector.

Santino Bianchi became the Outfit’s enforcer because he liked the thrill of the hunt and kill.

Babysitting his capo’s daughter is an honorable assignment he can’t refuse. His thoughts about Anna? Not so honorable.

Santino’s ignored Anna’s persistent flirting for years. Now, far away from home boundaries begin to blur. But Santino doesn’t have any intention to be the reason for a failed engagement and the ensuing scandal.

A summer fling in Paris.

Only two things stand in Anna’s way.

Santino’s iron will.

And… her fiancé.

I was a loyal soldier.

Being Enforcer for the Chicago Outfit had been a matter of pride. That I enjoyed breaking bones and my task allowed me to do so had been an additional bonus. I was good at it. I enjoyed it.

What I didn’t enjoy was listening to the inane chatter of a teenage girl.

Unfortunately, my brutal talents had led to my Capo asking me to become his daughter’s personal guard.

Playing bodyguard slash babysitter to his oldest spawn had never been my idea of serving the cause.

“You can’t say no,” my father had argued, his eyes wide with alarm when I’d told him I was considering to do so.

“I’m not like you, Dad. I don’t have the patience to hover beside a spoiled mafia woman and listen to her endless bitching with her friends. I’m a soldier, not a nanny.”

“You can’t say no to your Capo. It’s an honor.”

I shook my head. “I want to work with my hands. I want to break bones. I want to destroy our enemies.”

“You should reconsider your decision,” Dad said imploringly. “If your Capo asks you to become his daughter’s bodyguard, there’s only one viable answer, Santino, and that’s yes.”

I had absolutely no intention of reconsidering my decision or say yes, no matter what Dad said. Arturo and I were a good team. We had been working together as Enforcers for years and yet it never got boring. Why would I give that up for a job I would undoubtedly despise?

No matter what Dante said, I would stand my ground and remain Enforcer.

“Why don’t you come over to our house to tell me your decision?” Dante had said during our brief call. “Five o’clock.”

He hung up before I could tell him my answer over the phone. Sighing, I resigned myself to a fucking awkward meeting with my Capo. Dante had a way with words plus a subtle cunning that made people do what he wanted.

I rang the bell, glancing back at my black 1969 Camaro, hoping I would be back inside it, racing down the streets of Chicago soon. These kinds of social engagements were the bane of my fucking existence and I usually avoided them.

It wasn’t Dante who opened the door, nor a maid. In front of me, smiling in a sophisticated, polite way, stood Valentina Cavallaro. She was tall, with long brown hair and green eyes that trapped you like a cat did a mouse. That she could make me feel like one of these small fluff balls of vermin made me even more wary to work in their household.

I gave her a nod and polite smile in return. “Your husband asked me to come over.”

“Oh, I know,” she said. “I thought it would be a great idea to have you meet our daughter right away. Why wait?”

I cleared my throat, about to say what I’d come here to say, when Dante appeared behind Valentina and put a hand on her shoulder. “Santino,” he said with a curt nod.

“I’m glad that Anna will have such a capable bodyguard at her side,” Valentina said, not missing a beat, giving me the smile of a woman who had a subtle way to get her will, and seeing it I knew exactly why.

“The thing is,” I began as Valentina ushered me in. Both Dante and Valentina looked at me.

“Yes?” Valentina asked.

My father’s words flew around my brain like an annoying fly you couldn’t swat away. Standing in the Cavallaro’s mansion and seeing their expectant faces, I realized there was no way I could refuse their offer. At least not yet. Maybe I could work as bodyguard for one or two years and then ask Dante to put me back to the task of torturing people for information.

“Kids usually can’t stand me,” I said, which wasn’t really the truth. Kids were drawn to me like flies to shit but I didn’t have the necessary patience to stand their presence.

Valentina laughed. “Oh, don’t worry. Anna gets along with everyone. She’s a very social and empathetic girl.”

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By Sin I Rise – Part Two (Sins of the Fathers #2) Read Online Cora Reilly http://www.ilovenovels.com/by-sin-i-rise-part-two-sins-of-the-fathers-2-read-online-cora-reilly Thu, 16 Dec 2021 06:42:49 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/by-sin-i-rise-part-two-sins-of-the-fathers-2-read-online-cora-reilly Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, New Adult, Romance Authors: Cora Reilly Series: Sins of the Fathers Series by Cora Reilly
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Total pages in book: 91
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A fatal bond that was never meant to be. Marcella gave Maddox the impossible choice, and he chose her.Still, she wonders if Maddox is ready to commit to a relationship, or if he’s scared of losing the uninhibited freedom his biker lifestyle offered him. All his life Maddox knew who his enemies were, but suddenly he’s at a loss whom to trust. Will he ever find a place in Marcella’s life and family, or will old companions give him a new home and purpose? Can enemies ever truly become lovers if the odds are against them?
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A sense of uninhibited freedom took hold of me as I drove away from my prison of the last few days. I hadn’t really believed that Vitiello would allow me to leave—even if Marcella had asked him to grant me mercy—considering he wasn’t in the business of granting mercy. My heart clenched thinking of her. The last few days with only glimpses of her had been torture. I missed this woman, more than I’d ever admit to anyone, even her. My feelings for her, the decisions I’d made for her, they had taken me by surprise and still shocked me.

Now I had things to settle before I could head back to her. Otherwise, my mind would always be adrift, and I wanted my sole focus on her when I was with her. I wanted us to work out. I’d given up too much for it not to work out.

I headed for the first hiding place in a park near our old clubhouse in New Jersey, ignoring the bouts of dizziness. As expected, the teak box buried in the soil beneath a bush was empty. Whoever had survived the attack had been heading there first too. I hoped it had been Gray. He needed the money. He’d yet to become as resourceful—or rather ruthless—as the rest of us and thus would have a harder time getting money by other means.

Mounting the bike again, I checked two more spots within the city bounds before I headed for a junkyard about thirty minutes outside of the city. It had been Cody’s, which was why I had avoided the place. He’d used it to launder our drug money.

I didn’t have keys for the gates, so I had no choice but to park the bike in front of them and climb over the fence topped with barbed wire. The second my feet hit the ground on the other side, enraged barks sounded, and soon after, two Rottweilers darted out behind the small house that served as a maintenance building.

I didn’t know these dogs, and worse, they didn’t know me. They were most likely from one of Earl’s litters.

“Fuck,” I muttered. I didn’t have any weapons on me. From the look of it, the way their ribs protruded, the dogs hadn’t been fed in a while. Cody probably hadn’t taken good care of them even before he’d been captured. He always said hungry dogs were the best guards.

The two massive Rottweilers charging at me seemed to see me as their next meal. I stormed toward the first heap of crushed cars and climbed up until I reached the top. The dogs leaped at the pile but couldn’t climb it. Looking around, I figured out a way to reach the building, climbing from one pile to the next. The dogs followed me, snapping and growling. Their fur was matted and dirty, and one of them had a cut in its side that seemed to be infected. I got rid of my shirt, tore it in two and tossed it in the other direction. The dogs chased after it. This would give me a few seconds. I climbed on the roof of the building then grabbed on to the edge and lowered myself until my feet were level with the window. My biceps screamed in protest.

After days of malnutrition, my body was in no state for top sporting achievements. Gritting my teeth, I kicked back from the wall, trying to gain momentum to smash in the window. The glass splintered as my feet crashed into it. The snarl of a dog forced me to release my hold on the edge and I swung through the window. Shards caught on my naked arms and back. Hissing in pain, I landed on the floor, on even more shards.

I blinked up at the window for a moment. But the heads of the jumping dogs trying to get in as well quickly tore me from my exhaustion. I jumped to my feet, swaying briefly before I looked around for something to defend myself with.

Inside one of the drawers of the desk, I found a gun with three bullets. But then my eyes landed on a huge package with dog food. I stumbled toward it and dragged it to the door. The first dog jumped through the window and landed on the floor with bloody paws. I kicked over the dog food so it spread all over the ground away from the glass shards. The dog perked up and, not paying me another glance, began scarfing down food. Poor beast.

I carefully opened the door and the other Rottweiler charged in. Like his companion, it ignored me in favor of food. I caught my breath for a couple of moments, half tempted to eat a couple of dog treats as well. My body was screaming for food. But I had come for money. I began searching the other drawers until I found rusty car keys that Cody had mentioned on occasion. Secrecy had never been his strong suit.

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Maddox – Mad Dog – White hates everything the name Vitiello stands for, after he witnessed his father and his men getting butchered by the Capo of the Italian mob in their territory. Raised by his uncle, the president of the Tartarus MC, Maddox is destined to follow in his footsteps. Now their chapter is on the rise again, but for their ultimate triumph they need to destroy the Vitiello empire. And what better way to do it than to steal the spoilt Vitiello princess and break her piece by piece until her father begs for mercy. Known as the spoilt princess of New York, Marcella Vitiello grew up in a golden cage. If your father is the most feared man in New York, people gift you with reverence. Destined to marry the boyfriend approved by her father, Marcella is sick of being treated like an untouchable porcelain doll. She resents the life forced upon her by her family until everything she took for granted is ripped from her. Where she’s now, her name doesn’t bring awe, only pain and humiliation. If you’ve grown up in a high castle, the fall is all the deeper. Sins of the fathers have a way of catching up…who’s going to bleed for them?
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Five years old

I huddled on the floor of the clubhouse and spun an empty beer bottle around. My palms were sticky from it. When I brought my fingers to my mouth for a taste, my lips pulled into a grimace. A bitter, rotten flavor exploded on my tongue, clinging to my gums and throat. I spit it out, but the foul taste didn’t disappear.

The room was filled with smoke from the cigars and cigarettes, making my nose itch a little and sometimes my snot even had dots of black in it.

I kept spinning the bottle. I didn’t have any other toys here. My toys were all with Mom, but Dad had picked me up there yesterday and they had screamed at each other like they always did. Dad had slapped Mom, creating a red handprint on her cheek, and he’d been in a foul mood ever since. I always stayed out of his way when he was like that. Right now, he was yelling at someone on the phone.

Pop, his second in command, usually played games with me, but he sat at the bar with a blonde woman and was kissing her. The other bikers huddled around the table and played cards. They didn’t really want me to annoy them. One of them had pushed me away, so I fell on my bum when I’d asked if I could watch them. My tailbone still ached where it hit the floor.

Steps thundered closer. The door to the clubhouse swung open and one of the prospects stumbled inside, eyes wide. “Black limousine!”

Everyone jumped up as if the words were a secret code. My head swiveled to Dad who barked out orders, spittle flying from his mouth. I didn’t understand what was so bad about a black car. A cry sounded, high-pitched, then gurgling. I looked back to the door and the prospect fell forward, an ax in the back of his head, parted like a ripe watermelon. I dropped the bottle, my eyes going wide. The body fell to the ground and blood splattered everywhere as the ax toppled out of his head, leaving a deep gash in his skull so I could see bits and pieces of his brain. Just like a watermelon, I thought again.

Dad rushed over to me and grabbed my arm in a painful grip. “Hide under the couch and don’t come out! You hear me?”

“Yes, sir.”

He shoved me toward the old gray couch and I dropped to my knees and crawled under it. It had been a while since I’d tried to squeeze under the couch and I barely fit anymore, but eventually I lay on my belly, facing the entrance door and the room.

A huge man with wild eyes stormed inside, a knife and an ax in his hand. I held my breath as he came in with a roar like a mad bear. He hurtled his knife at Dad’s treasurer, who’d reached for his gun. Too late. He fell forward, right before the sofa. His huge eyes stared at me as blood pooled under his head.

I scooted back a few inches but froze abruptly, worried my feet would stick out. The screaming got louder and louder until I pressed my palms over my ears, trying to block them out. But I couldn’t look away from what was going on. The madman had grabbed his knife and threw it at Pop. He hit him square in the chest and Pop toppled backward as if he’d had one too many drinks. Dad dashed behind the bar with two prospects. I wanted to hide there with him, wanted him to console me even if that wasn’t something he did. The madman shot another club brother in the hand when he reached for a dropped gun. I could hear shots even through the palms over my ears, dulled bangs that had me flinch every time.

The madman kept shooting at the bar, but eventually everything turned silent. Had Dad and the prospects run out of ammunition?

My eyes moved to the armory at the end of the corridor. One of the prospects jumped out from behind the bar, but the man chased him and swung the ax at his back. I squeezed my eyes shut, taking a few shuddering breaths, before I dared to open them again. The blood of the treasurer slowly spread closer and began to soak my sleeves, but this time, I didn’t dare move. Not even when it soaked my clothes and covered my small fingers. Two more of Dad’s men came in, trying to help. But this madman was like an angry bear. I was motionless as I listened to screams of agony and rage as I watched one dead body after the other drop to the ground. There was so much blood everywhere.

Dad cried out as the man dragged him out from behind the bar. I lurched forward, wanting to help him, but his eyes cut to me and warned me to stay where I was. The bad man’s eyes followed Dad’s gaze. His face was like that of a monster, covered in blood and twisted with rage. I ducked my head, terrified that he’d seen me. But he kept dragging Dad toward a chair.

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