Chapter 8 LIKE A FREAKING FAIRY TALE!...

"W-we met in a pharmacy," I blurted out.

Lorenzo snapped his mouth shut and looked at me like he wanted to hurl me off the balcony.

"In a pharmacy?" Don Carmine repeated, raising a bushy eyebrow. "Buying Band-Aids?"

"A-antibacterial gel!" I kept going, improvising on the fly at a terrifying speed...

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