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Dan “Devil” D’Aboville
I and Amile walked through the devil's den. I watched her as she took it in and smiled. I grinned. I'd known her since she sat thirteen now she was almost sixteen and she knew every tag there was to know about this place. I never hid who I was from her and I also knew about her father's gambling addiction he was a f*****g i***t, Class A. No wonder Amy always came here her family wasn’t perfect. I knew that better than anyone else did.
What she didn’t know is that I knew to who he owed money. I had tried to convince her she wasn’t in any danger, but that was bullshit. Two of the French mafia were here the night she was and I knew why they were here for her. She was like a daughter to me, yet I had no say in any of this. I promised her I’d p
