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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEEN

Penulis: Abby Gale
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-05-24 08:02:51

Matteo's pov

Sleep didn’t come after night at all.

I wasn’t surprised. My mind was rarely at peace these days.

My mind was a battlefield of plans and possibilities clawing at each other until all I could do was sit in the dark and pretend that silence meant control.

It didn’t.

Silas was out there. Watching. Waiting. Pulling strings like a ghost with his bloodied hands. And every second we failed to find him, someone else paid the price.

This wasn’t just a war.

It was a hunt.

And I was fucking done being the prey.

****

The next morning, I was in the war room, the secure basement floor below the Rossi estate. The lights were low, monitors glowing with maps, phone records, surveillance feeds. My men had been pulling every possible source of information on Silas where he might be hiding, who he was working with, what he wanted next.

But the bastard moved like a ghost. No fo
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  • Bound by blood and lies   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEEN

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