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CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN: HATCHING OLD SECRETS

Author: Bara
last update publish date: 2026-07-19 00:01:18

LENA’S POV

The tape over my mouth tastes like chemicals and blood. My wrists burn where the zip ties cut in and I can’t feel my legs.

Luciano’s gun rests against my temple.

I stare at Dante who is standing in the middle of the basement. His eyes solely planted on me.

“Don’t move,” Luciano says. “Not one step, boy. Or I redecorate the walls with her.”

Dante freezes. His jaw ticks.

“Lena,” he breathes.

I shake my head as hard as I can. Tears are already falling
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