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Mafia Pay
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Police sirens flashed across the street, reflecting off the wet asphalt. Journalists and mafia figures crowded outside Sonya's mansion after her father's murder. The rain poured down harder as Sonya tried to get away from the chaos. Sonya didn't know Peyton—everyone in this town knew him except her. The phone suddenly vibrated. Unknown number: "Don't turn around." Sonya frowned, but still turned her head. A black car was driving slowly behind her. My heart sank. Two men got out of the car. - It's her. Sonya suddenly quickened her pace. Unknown number: "Run." She jumped up from her seat. Sirens, rain, screams—everything blended into one noise. Sonya turned into an alley, but someone's hand abruptly pulled her around the corner. - Quiet. Sonya looked up and exhaled in irritation: - Just not you. Payton Moormeier stood before her. Peyton chuckled: - Glad to see you too. — These are your people?! - Not anymore. Footsteps were heard behind. — Check the alley! Sonya looked at Peyton nervously: - Why are they hunting for m at all?
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Police sirens flashed across the street, reflecting off the wet asphalt. Journalists and mafia figures crowded around Sonya's mansion after her father's murder. The rain poured down harder as Sonya tried to get away from the chaos. Sonya didn't know Peyton—everyone in this town knew him except her.
The phone suddenly vibrated.
Unknown number:
"Don't turn around."
Sonya frowned, but still turned her head.
A black car was driving slowly behind her.
My heart sank.
Two men got out of the car.
- It's her.
Sonya suddenly quickened her pace.
Unknown number:
"Run."
She jumped up from her seat.
Sirens, rain, screams—everything blended into one noise. Sonya turned into an alley, but someone's hand abruptly pulled her around the corner.
- Quiet.
Sonya looked up and exhaled in irritation:
- Just not you.
Payton Moormeier stood before her.
Peyton chuckled:
- Glad to see you too.
— These are your people?!
- Not anymore.
Footsteps were heard behind.
— Check the alley!
Sonya looked at Peyton nervously:
- Why are they hunting me anyway?!
Peyton became more serious.
-
Because after your father's death, you're next.
-
I don’t need his mafia!
-
They don't care, Sonya.
The steps were getting closer.
Peyton took out his gun and looked at her:
- Now you either come with me... or you will be killed in a minute.
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The mafia killed your father.
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Police sirens flashed across the street, reflecting off the wet asphalt. Journalists and mafia figures crowded outside Sonya's mansion after her father's murder. The rain poured down harder as Sonya tried to get away from the chaos. Sonya didn't know Peyton—everyone in this town knew him except her.
The phone suddenly vibrated.
Unknown number:
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Sonya frowned, but still turned her head.
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- It's her.
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"Run."
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Sirens, rain, screams—everything blended into one noise. Sonya turned into an alley, but someone's hand abruptly pulled her around the corner.
- Quiet.
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- Just not you.
Payton Moormeier stood before her.
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— These are your people?!
- Not anymore.
Footsteps were heard behind.
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