10.1
“What?”
“You get one request.”
“One whole request. How generous,” I tear off a bit of bread-the knife is still on the floor-and shove it in my mouth. I figure if my mouth is full, I can’t speak.
Giovanni watches me in fascination. He hasn’t spoken one word since I told him who fucked my face up. ...
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