Chapter 62 I Love My Guns

“You are such a good-for-nothing bastard…” I grimaced.

Marshal threw his head back and laughed loudly. “You can say that again, Lady Mafia. Aren’t you happy you’re about to join your father soon? Dying miserably, just like him.” He pulled a pipe from his pocket, lit it, and took a long drag.

“Have...

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