92: Going back to boxing

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ACE “You want me to do what?!" Don Gambino rests his left cheek on the closed palm of his hand. The aura he gave off would make any one bend to their knees. Thankfully, I'm not like that. Don Gambino is nothing compared to the man that raised me. He doesn't scare a single hair on my body. But his words, however, they confuse me. I had planned out every scenario he would bring up, only for him to shove those away with this?? "You heard me, loud and clear. I want you to kill my daughter." My jaw tightens as it struggles to not drop to the floor from the sheer shock rolling around in my skull. "You want me to kill, Penelope Gambino? Your precious princess?" I must not be hearing right. Maybe I should see a doctor. Get them to see what's wrong with my ears. Or he might be talking about a

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