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Chapter 92: Not Tonight

Author: David Writes
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-04-13 01:10:24

Luciano’s POV

The moment Greco pulled the trigger, time slowed. There was a flash, followed by a loud bang. And immediately, the whole room fell into chaos.

Gunfire erupted across the room like a storm breaking loose. Chairs crashed in every direction, and the sound of shattering glass blended with the sound of rapid gunfire. I looked around at the chaos unfolding. At the men shouting over one another, yelling either orders, curses, or screams.

I tried to reach behind me for my gun and felt a
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