15|Grim

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(The chapter is the same and will be the same. I won't change or delete, just had insecurities. It wasn't showing so I had to re-upload. Is that okay now?)

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☕︎ᴀᴅᴠɪᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪᴀ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ

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ᴀᴅᴠɪᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪᴀ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ

☕︎ᴀᴅᴠɪᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪᴀ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ

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𝓐𝓭𝓿𝓲𝓴 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓻𝓪 T̶h̶e̶ G̶r̶i̶m̶

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𝓐𝓭𝓿𝓲𝓴 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓻𝓪
T̶h̶e̶ G̶r̶i̶m̶


Pakhan- Russian Mob boss/ Crime syndicate

I sat there with a stoic expression regardless of the half-naked woman winking at him and shaking her booty. I flick my hand dismissively to let her know she has no purpose to be here. Over the dark hoodie, baggy jeans, and a black ski mask with my Russian assassinated name on it I'm unacquainted with him. His dead father would have a dilemma to get a hold of me.

Grim. That's what I used to be called. With pride, the name is engraved in my natural habit and character. The first time I remember using it was for plotting a murder of a neuroscientist.

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