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... are out of bombs?!"
My father shouted angrily, making veins pop out at the side of his neck.
I wiped the last trace of Elara’s shy smile from my mind and focused on the chaos in front of me. School was over. Now I was back in my real world...the world of blood and loyalty.
The Terminator Mafia’s meeting room smelled of gun oil and fear. Ludacris, our family assistant, was pale. Ribs, our analyst, couldn’t stop trembling . Father’s hands twitched, ready to grab a weapon. < ...
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