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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY SIX

Author: Abby Gale
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-08 21:26:47

Eli’s POV

I came back as he said and he willingly gave me all the information I needed.

The others were in the dungeon as well. Just in case.

The silence after Silas spoke felt heavier than his confession.

“I’ve told you everything,” he muttered, his voice like someone with a sore throat that had gone on for far too kong. His eyes were rimmed red, not from tears, but from exhaustion, pain, and something deeper—defeat.

He slumped back against the cold metal chair, chest heaving. His wrists were raw from the restraints, but he didn’t even seem to notice anymore. The bravado he carried when we first brought him in was gone. Stripped away, layer by bloody layer. What remained was a shell barely holding together, flickering with the dim remnants of purpose.

“She’s in Sicily,” he rasped. “Old estate. The one Luciano burned down but never fully destroyed. That’s where she’s hiding. That’s where she’s planning it all.”

I stared at him, searching for a flicker of a lie, a twitch of deception b
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