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Chapter 108: Two Faces

Autor: Karensia
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-06-09 22:29:35

- SIERRA

The glass in this penthouse was thick enough to deflect a bullet, but it didn't do a damn thing against the cold.

I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows in the master bedroom, staring down at the gray New York streets. Thirty floors down, the city looked like a massive, mechanical playground. To anyone else, the black sedan idling near the hydrant three blocks away was just another livery car waiting for a corporate executive. But I knew the way Grandpa’s guys parked, always nose-out,
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