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I didn’t think; I just ran. Darting behind the couch, I grabbed a vase and tossed it as hard as I could at him, but he was far more nimble than I could have imagined. He ducked and lunged, grabbing a handful of my hair and yanking me viciously backward. I cried out in pain, reaching back to grasp for his hand in a futile attempt to ease his grip. “I don’t care if I send you back to your f*****g father in tiny f*****g pieces,” he hissed by my ear, spittle spraying my cheek. “I’ll sink the entire f*****g shipment—ten million at the bottom of the ocean—before I let Primo throw everything away for a goddamn Italian whore.” He released me and spun me around, allowing me the briefest window of false relief before his fist collided with my face. Pain exploded into my eye as I tumbled to the groun
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