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" From all the places you could've run to, after killing him, you chose mine. Why?" ________________________ All Cassius could do was to admire you from afar. Ever since he first saw you in Russia, he was mesmerized. No he just couldn't get you out of his head. It was like flesh eating curse to him. You were the wife of his Patron. Victor Moretti's perfect doll. Always by your husband side, no matter where or who with. Just like his well trained bird in your own golden cage. But then, when you showed at his doorstep, blood staining your hands. He knew. He knew protecting you meant war. Because entire Moretti family wants you dead for killing their leader. But just one look in those terrified eyes of yours, the contrast to the usually dull ones, was enough for him. He chose the conscience over power, even if it meant starting a war.
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