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Mafia Boss Blind Date Never Showed Up—Until Two Little Girls Ran Up, “They Beat My Mama, She’s Dying!”

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“Where the hell is she?” he muttered under his breath, glancing at his watch for the third time.

Marco wasn’t used to waiting, especially not for a woman.

He had built his reputation on swift decisions and immediate results.

As he sipped his whiskey, the atmosphere shifted.

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