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CHAPTER 15- THE MISTAKE OF CHOICE

ผู้เขียน: Geneva .A. Zwicker
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The ride back to De Vitalio Mansion was quiet and smooth. With Enzo driving up front, Amira and Montez were seated behind. Each far apart from the other.

A thousand thoughts raced through her head as she sat still, anxiously tapping her index finger on the back of her palm.

All she could think of was the deal she now had with Alessandro Grimaldi. Moreso was how she was going to dig up the dirt on Montez when they always stayed ten feet away from each other.

Neither Alessandro nor Nathan knew their relationship was a sham. So it was easy for them to think she could handle it with a breeze but that was not the case.

She stole a glance at him for just a split second. His eyes, stone cold as always, were pinned down on his cell phone with his large thumb scrolling over business emails.

Ever since she knew this man up close, it felt like his entire existence revolved around
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    The shot cracked across the entire Mansion like thunder. But Montez didn’t move. Not even flinching an inch. One of his men shifted at the last second, a metallic ping ringing out as the bullet ricocheted off concealed body armor. “Wrong move,” Montez drawled, his voice carrying a bone-chilling calm over the chaos. He adjusted his cufflinks like they were discussing dinner reservations instead of death. “You just signed your own death warrant, old man.” Lamberto’s face contorted with rage, but Montez took a single, deliberate step forward. His men fanned out, semi-automatics at the ready, while the other tuxedoed goons tightened their stance. Amira couldn’t breathe nor could she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. That arrogant, unkillable bastard — the man who could smirk at an open gun barrel and make it look like foreplay. Damn it, if only that bullet had hit its mark. “Lower your weapon,” Montez ordere

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