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Chapter 20: The Unforgiven Past

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He shifted on his feet, his eyes meeting Zagaff’s with a serious look. “And we’re ready to do anything you want us to do next, Don,” he said, his voice was low but clear.

Zagaff’s eyes narrowed slightly, intrigued. He took another puff of his cigar, tapping the ashes into the tray. “Go on, Macholo,” he said, smoke curling from his lips as he spoke.

Macholo continued, “We managed to bug the conversation between Victor and Nicholas Amaro at the Razzar Hotel.”

The room fell silent, nobody moved not even a muscle as the words settled in. Zagaff’s brows lifted in surprise, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Well, well… This is interesting,” he said slowly. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Play it. Let’s hear what those fools are scheming,” he commanded.

“Yes, boss,” Macholo replied quickly. He turned to Vinny, who sat a few seats down. “Vinny, play the recording,” he said with a nod.

Vinny stood up, his chair scraping against the floor. He moved to th
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