King Salvatore.
Rolling the sleeves of my shirt, I lift a finger at the man in question. I recognize him. Molten Gray, the f*****g i***t that was kicked out of Lead city decades ago from the mafia circle. We are not enemies though, he is not worthy to be my enemy. Every gangster from the crook and cranny of the city is behind me and have completely surrounded Morten’s men. Without having to say the word, his men let go of Lilas, Ciara and her friend. I look at Lilas, amongst the girls, she is the one who looks prettified the most and her eyes are already stained with tears.
“Are you girls okay!?” I ask, placing one hand on my belt where my pistol laid.
“Yes, dad!” Ciara says, bravely holding Lilas. Richard quickly guards the girls into one of the vehicles that we brought with us.
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