Chapter 17 This Marriage Is For Your Benefit

"Your wound is fine, you did great," the doctor said as I lay on the examination bed.

I sighed in relief. I hated blood and wounds-ironic, wasn't it, for one who lived in the Mafia? I sneered to myself.

"Is the race tonight?" the doctor asked Ricardo once I stepped off bed.

Ricardo nodded and sai...

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