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Chapter 17

Penulis: Leah Al
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-05 01:11:39

Erico's POV

She's going to get herself killed.

I stood alone in the surveillance room, a cheap cigar burning between my fingers, watching Bianca on the screen as she sat in that war room long after I left. Still trembling. Still staring at her mother's photo like it would speak.

Antonio was careless to keep those files out. Stupid, even. But he underestimated his daughter.

He still thought of her as a girl.

I knew better.

She wasn't just fire—she was volatile. Explosive. And far too close to unraveling everything I was here to observe.

I tapped the ash tray once, hard. Vincenzo had warned me: get close, earn Antonio's trust, track his alliances, and leave the daughter alone.

But the daughter wasn't staying out of it.

The file she read—if she decoded it properly—it would only be a matter of time before she realized the Russians had been a scapegoat. That her father's war wasn't about vengeance—it was about power.

And worse, that the man she wanted to kill, Violet Siankovski's daughter,
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