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Chapter 36: Judas Among Us
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2025-05-05 13:36:59Betrayal has a sound.
It isn’t loud. It doesn’t announce itself with crashing glass or bullets through walls.It whispers.And tonight, I heard it.The whisper of footsteps where there shouldn’t be any. The creak of a hinge. The breath someone holds when they think they’re alone.We had grown too comfortable. Too confident in our shadows and secrets. And now, those same shadows were bleeding.It was Elias.Matteo’s right hand.The one who stood beside him in every war, every negotiation, every moment where death leaned in too close. The one who had once pulled Matteo out of a burning car with a bullet in his shoulder and a snarl on his face.And he was the one leaking information.I didn’t tell anyone at first. I watched.I watched him excuse himself just before major meetings. I watched his phone light up in the middle of blackout drills. I watched him brush off questions with too muc
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My heart made a sound I didn’t know it could make.He asked to meet me.Not send a message. Not watch from afar. Not play some ghost game from the shadows.He wanted to see me.My real father.The man with the scar on his lip and the truth buried somewhere behind those cold eyes.“When?” I asked.Matteo didn’t look at me right away. He stared past me, through the window, like the answer was somewhere in the trees or the clouds or the quiet spaces in between.“Tomorrow,” he said. “Ten a.m. You’ll be driven there.”I blinked. “And you’re letting me go?”He finally looked at me.“I don’t want you to. But I won’t stop you.”That didn’t feel like permission.That felt like surrender.“Where?”“A neutral location. Old estate outside town. Used to belong to the Aragon family. He’s repurposed it.”I nodded slowly, even though nothing made sense anymore.“What’s the catch?”“There’s always a catch,” he said. “But you’ll have to figure that out yourself.”I wanted to scream.To throw something.
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