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I could see the shock and fear on Roderigo’s face.

He fumbled in his jacket for his gun –

But he never got it out.

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For all her fearsome behavior towards her underlings and the other families of the Cosa Nostra, the Widow must have been a pushover with her granddaughter – because she had raised a little brat.

The old woman definitely should have spanked Lucia a lot more while she was growing up.

I doubted she’d ever been told ‘no,’ because I had never encountered such an irritating woman in my LIFE.

It was like arguing with a toddler –

So I treated her like a toddler.

I swept her up, threw her over my left shoulder, and started walking.

She didn’t like that.

“PUT ME DOWN!” she screeched.

“No,” I said.

Her perfume was amazing – light, feminine, and floral – and it filled my nostrils with a delicate scent.

Luckily, her screaming and writhing made ignoring her smell a lot easier.

The other students stared at us like we were some sort of carnival freak show.

I didn’t like it – I had to get her out of here and away from all these witnesses as soon as possible.

That’s when I felt her hitting my back in a pique of fury.

It felt like somebody throwing dinner rolls at me.

“PUT ME DOWN, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!”

This girl had a mouth like a sewer.

“I’m taking you back to your grandmother,” I said calmly.

“You’re KIDNAPPING me is what you’re DOING!”

I clenched my jaw.

Talking about kidnapping in front of civilians was not good.

She knew better than that.

But I remained calm. “No, I’m saving you – ”

“HELP! HELP ME!” she started screaming, appealing to the other students.

I was getting very tired of this, very quickly.

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