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Samantha’s Demise

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(Samantha’s POV)

There’s a certain art to betrayal.

The trick is to always stay one step ahead, to make people think they’re the ones pulling the strings while you tighten the noose around their necks. That’s what I’d done with James and Armando, manipulating them both while feeding Ferro just enough information to keep him hungry.

But the thing about playing with fire is that it burns.

And tonight, I was about to get scorched.

The meeting was supposed to be routine—another dark, smoky room filled with Ferro’s cronies, another exchange of information that would leave me just a little richer and a little closer to untangling myself from this mess.

But the moment I stepped into the room, I knew something was wrong.

Ferro was already seated at the head of the table, his sharp suit impeccable, his cold eyes gleaming with something dangerously close to amusement. Beside him, James leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed and his expression unreadable.

“Gentlemen,” I said smoothly, stridi
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