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TWENTY SIX
KANE’s POV
MOMENTS BEFORE THE GUNSHOT
Jonas’ residence looms ahead of me. He lives in a pristine colonial-style mansion with an endless sea of trimmed lawn and fancy cars; a stark contrast to the muddy slums the residents around him survive in. My lips curl downwards into a snarl and I shake my head in disgust. It is people like Jonas who give the Mafia a bad name.
I step forward onto his freshly mowed lawn and men suddenly pour out, all with rifles in their hands. But one look at my face and they cower. They know very well who I am.
One of them mouths, “Ibraco….” and quickly runs back to the mansion, his arms flailing as he shouts to alert his boss. It doesn’t matter, I walk on and head towards the massive double door entrance where two more of his men stand guard.
“Hello,” I greet them and I swear one of them starts weeping. Wow, I didn’t know Jonas hired crybabies to guard his territory.
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