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Chapter 38

Penulis: Bee Brown
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-05-27 05:05:26

ELVIS POV

He spoke like he wasn’t human. And maybe that wasn’t far from the truth. The way Oleg acted... detached, like a psychopath pretending to be a boy.

Normally, it was outright disrespectful for them to speak to us like that, especially here, in the Bratva's lair. Given our bloodline, they should’ve been kissing the ground we walked on. But most of them were assholes, especially when it came to young heirs, crawling all over this place like snakes. That’s how the game worked: break you do
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