Heir of the Mob Reclaims His Glory
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The blood pact I signed seven years ago finally expired today.
Wilson Wilder and I would soon become complete strangers.
She was probably still recalling my past fits of rage when I caught her cheating—smashing things, screaming, raising hell.
But she didn't know, everything was different now.
When I suddenly came home, I walked in on Wilson Wilder having sex with another man in my car.
This time, she made no attempt to hide it. Instead, she rolled down the window, leaned out, and gently covered the man behind her with a wool blanket.
