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Author: Iamur_Light
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-05-17 06:00:34

༒ ℜ𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔢༒

The meeting room smelled like cigarette smoke, whiskey, and tension.

The kind of tension that settled into the walls long before anyone walked in, heavy and stale, impossible to ignore.

I sat at the head of the table with my elbow resting against the arm of the chair, my fingers pressed lightly against my mouth while the men around me argued over shipment routes and missing money. Half of them were talking over each other, voices rough, impatient, trying to prove points nobo
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    ༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒I noticed it before anyone said a fucking word.It was in the way conversation slowed down when I entered a room, the way eyes lingered a second too long before looking away, the way certain men acknowledged Raffaele immediately but barely looked at me unless they absolutely had to. Nobody challenged me openly, not yet, but I could feel it sitting underneath everything like a loaded gun waiting for the safety to come off. Suspicion. Disapproval. Maybe even resentment. And honestly? I couldn't even blame them. A few months ago, I had been drowning in debt, running from loan sharks, trying to survive one disaster at a time. Now I was sitting in rooms with men who had spent their entire lives inside this world, listening to conversations about shipments, alliances, money trails, disappearances, leverage, power. Worse, Raffaell was starting to involve me in those conversations openly.That was the part they hated. Not me, what I represented. Change. I leaned back against

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    ༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒I know something was wrong the moment Pierre stopped joking. That was the thing about him, even when shit was bad, even when the police dragged him into questioning rooms for hours or our lives started looking like the setup to a fucking crime scene documentary, Pierre still joked. It was how he copied. Sarcasm, bad timing, smart comments that usually made me want to punch him and laugh at the same time. So when he walked into the apartment that night looking pale and tense instead of annoying, my stomach tightened immediately. “What happened?” I asked before he could even sit down. Pierre glanced towards the windows first, then towards the hallway behind me like he expected someone to be listening. “You alone?” The question itself already pissed me off.“Yeah.”“And Raffaele?” “Out.”Pierre exhaled quietly through his nose before dragging a hand over his face. “Okay. Good.”I stared at him harder. “Pierre.”“I found something.” That got my attention instantly. Th

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