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Chapter 75

Penulis: I.J Faeoma
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~~RAFAELE~~

The heel of my pistol glints under the chandelier in my study as I lift the wine glass and sip blood that tastes like old milk. It should dull me. It does nothing.

“Don Rafaele?” Matteo calls from outside the door.

“What is it?”

“It’s Petra, boss. She’s—”

“Let her in,” I wave, and s
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