My Husband Sent His Twin to My Bed, and I Made Him kingChapter 7
The icy seawater hit Arthur’s face like thousands of steel
needles soaked in salt.
Arthur Sterling came to with a violent spasm on the deck of a smuggling freighter.
He tried to struggle to his feet, only to realize in horror that his legs were completely numb.
His feet had been sealed inside a heavy square block of concrete.
Concrete shoes.
In the mafia world, it was the oldest and cruelest way to execute
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