Page 2 of Slaying the Mob (Mob Lust 4)
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I know once I do it, I will have lost my chance with her. Forever.
I grab onto the door handle of my truck and pull myself up, wincing as my spine straightens. My body instinctively hunches over, falling into the side of the door. I pull it open and crumble into the seat, squeezing the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white. “Motherfucker!”
I turn the key in the ignition, dropping my head onto my hands before I finally make my choice and send the text.
The fucking code.
It always trumps everything.
That’s how I’d always lived.
Until now.
