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Ch. 50: Pregnant

Author: Astraia Spring
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-12 22:19:10

Astrella's point of view

The powerful Don of the Cosa Nostra in New York City is gone. Or was he?

It’s been a week since the battle. A week since the explosions painted the shipyard in fire and blood. And I swear, I saw something. Just before the blast, a glimpse of the enemy, a face barely visible through the smoke.

But the world only clings to one truth: Dax Donomie Martinelli is dead. His body? Never found. The story spread like wildfire, burned to ashes, they said. Reduced to nothing.

His enemies celebrated, the streets erupted in parties, and every gang that once feared his name raised their glasses to his demise.

But something wasn't right. A new ruler had taken the throne. No one knew who. No name, no face, only whispers. But whoever they were, they ruled with savage cruelty. The city spiraled into chaos overnight. Bodies turned up in alleyways, businesses burned, and the underworld trembled beneath the weight of a ghost.

A ghost that might be him. But I had my ow
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