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His Final Word

Autor: Yukiwrites
last update Data de publicação: 2026-05-25 15:30:03

Raffaele's POV

Don Navarro came to the penthouse at noon.

He did not call ahead. He did not announce himself. He simply appeared in the lobby and took the elevator up and walked into my office like he owned it, which he probably did, or owned the building it was in, or owned the city it overlooked. It was hard to tell with my father. He had been accumulating ownership for so long that even he had probably lost track.

I stood when he walked in because he was my father and because he was Don Nava
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