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Chapter 110

“Any distraction tends to get in the way of being an effective gangster.” — Terence Winter

~THREE WEEK LATER~

MELODY POV

It was nostalgic. Almost not disheartening now that I knew where it came from.

Like back when I was young and everything was just going so smoothly. I woke up every day and lazed around the rest of the day like a headless, aimless chicken with nothing to do on my hand. Maybe I was so used to spilling blood that going on for three weeks straight without seeing red coating my hands was a sin in itself.

But this one was boring as hell. Sure, it was better when I was younger and didn’t know what had happened when my fathers were all home. But now I did, and I kind of missed the thrill of the fight. With these thoughts coursing through my mind, I glanced at an empty space beside me on the bed, and then thought hard on it.

The sun was already out, and it was dang late. But I had no fuckin’ plans.

Sure, I could visit the coke plant and see how my people were doing, and
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