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Chapter 69 - Elena

Autor: Peyton Iuga
last update Data de publicação: 2026-04-28 00:01:29

Elena

Something feels… off. I don’t know when it starts. Maybe it’s the way the room is too quiet. Or the way everyone is pretending it’s not. Cillian and Kenji Takahashi are talking across from me, voices low, controlled, like every word matters more than it sounds.

I try to follow. Numbers. Routes. Something about shipments. But my attention keeps drifting. Not to the conversation. To the room. To the wa

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Roxanna Abernathy
She needs a tracking device on her. Could be put in her jewelry that she wears. Surprised that Cillian hasn't done something like this yet.
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Roxanna Abernathy
Hmm, is it the Italians, her ex the Russian or someone new to the picture.
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