Roya Fetova
A Crowdsourced Novel
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“I’m sorry, Uncle Uomo. Both of ‘em were already dead when we got there.”
A massive fist, came down on the desk and Desi watched Grasso’s bloated jowls tighten. “Do not—do not ever simper with apologies. If that were necessary, you would already be…let us say I would have no further use for your services.” He scowled and leaned back in his massive chair, suddenly placid or seemingly so. Desi knew his uncle’s changing moods. Continue reading
