His innocent weakness
Missy, with her soft smile and the innocence she still clung to, despite the world she had been thrown into.
She had no idea about these games of power, about the claws of the mafia digging deeper into her life.
I closed my eyes briefly, the image of her face steadying me.
I couldn’t drag her into this darkness. Not her. She deserved better than this twisted legacy.
When I opened my eyes, Noelle was watching me, calculating as always.
“This isn’t over,” I said quietly, turning toward the door.
“No,” she agreed, her voice silk and steel.
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