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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN
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2025-05-22 08:00:50Eli's pov
The wind knocked out of my chest. My throat closed up. His eyes were trained on me like a sniper about to take the kill shot. That same Luca who once laughed with his whole chest, who kissed me like I was air after drowning, he was gone. This man standing in the doorway was a Rossi. Born from war. Raised on blood and betrayal. And he wasn’t here for comfort. I opened my mouth, but my voice felt like gravel. “Luca…” “No,” he cut in, walking into the kitchen, bare feet making no sound. “No more dodging. No more secrets.” Matteo stayed silent beside me, but I could feel him watching. Waiting. I could still hear the echo of his words. He’s made you the judge and executioner. The blade he’s holding at our throats. “I haven’t decided anything,” I said finally, my voice hoarse. “I’m still trying to figure out how I became a choice in the firs
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