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Chapter 81 – Going Up In Flames
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Claimed By The Mafia Don Chapter 81 – Going Up In Flames
Lucia’s POVMy chest locked. Like someone had knocked the air from my lungs.I’d left him in the garden minutes ago, and he was okay.Now? He was screaming. Begging. Breaking.It didn’t make sense… none of it did.I stood frozen outside Dante’s gate, my phone dangling in my hand, my mind blank.No. No, no, no.This couldn’t be happening.And then, like the universe was mocking me, the same number flashed across my screen again.UNKNOWN CALLER.I hesitated—just a second too long—before I swiped to answer. “Hello?”A low distorted voice answered. “If you hand that drive to Dante Romano, your father is dead.”My tongue felt thick and useless. Every word got stuck behind my teeth as a cold film of sweat gathered at the back of my neck. “Who is this? What do you want—?”“You have one chance to save him,” the voice snapped. “Bring every copy of the evidence. Alone. No games. No Dante. If you defy us, he dies screaming.”The call ended.My hand dropped to my side, the phone sliding from my f
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