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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY ONE

مؤلف: Abby Gale
last update آخر تحديث: 2025-07-05 21:29:51

Eli’s POV

It was late when the gates buzzed.

Too late for deliveries. Too late for meetings.

The mansion had settled into a tense silence after dinner—training drills slowing down, radios quieting, guards were silently posted at every corner. I was halfway through sorting out the mess of reports Luca had asked me to organize when the first guard burst into the study, breath short and hand hovering near his holster.

“There’s someone at the gate.”

Luca was already on his feet, Matteo right behind him. I dropped the papers and followed them out into the hall, Luciano joining silently as if summoned by instinct.

We made it to the security room where a monitor flickered, showing the front entrance.

I blinked.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Matteo muttered.

Luca leaned in, his jaw tightening. “Ricci?”

“And he’s not alone,” Luciano said sharply. “Is that—”

“Silas,” I breathed.

Bound. Bloodied. Head down, like a wounded dog, Silas stood beside Ricci, flanked by two of Ricci’s men. The camera
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