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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY ONE

Penulis: Abby Gale
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-14 18:30:19
Matteo's pov

I stood at the top of the stone steps, arms crossed, staring down at the grim scene below. Marcelo’s body slumped in the corner of his cell, twisted awkwardly, eyes wide and glassy, mouth frozen mid-scream. Blood soaked his shirt, his throat cleanly slit ear to ear, silent and final.

As well as a gunshot wound.

So neat.

Too neat.

Emilio stood just inside the open cell, hands folded behind his back, his sharp eyes flicking over every corner of the room like a hawk watching for movement. Dario was there, too, leaning against the opposite wall, arms crossed, his expression a careful mask. But I could feel his unease.

I wished he was the one lying dead on the floor instead of Marcelo.

I hated my father but that was a story for another day.

“Poor bastard,” Dario muttered, gaze flicking to the corpse. “Didn’t even get to finish his confession.”

Emilio’s lip curled. “Coward was going to take their secrets to the grave anyway. Good riddance. One less Moretti rat
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