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Chapter 38 - Matteo’s Three Days

Author: Joanna Jade
last update publish date: 2026-04-29 18:03:11
Zayden’s POV

The study was quiet.

Too quiet for a man who had survived an assassination attempt two nights ago. But my men had cleaned up the mess, patched the holes, and scrubbed the blood from the marble floors. The villa looked almost normal again.

I sat behind my desk, a glass of whiskey in my hand that I hadn't touched.

I was looking at the space across from me. The chair where Bianca Mendoza had sat just days ago, making her deal.

Nico walked in without knocking. He knew better t
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