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Blood on the Docks

Penulis: Luisa
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-02-25 12:12:49

ENZO’S POV

The phone buzzed once against the dash. I snatched it up so fast the wheel jerked, Elena’s tracker pin glowed red. It was moving fast along the coastal highway straight toward the commercial marina. My chest tightened hard enough to bruise.

Matteo leaned over. “Boss, I think she’s in grave danger.”

I crushed the accelerator as the Maserati roared forward, its tired clawed asphalt as we tore around the bend. Horns screamed behind us, but I didn’t flinch. The map updated; the dot cu
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