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Chapter 18

Penulis: Steve C. Slanzer
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-03 02:31:26

Shadows of Proof

Clara sat on the guest room’s narrow bed, her hands steady as she gripped a pen, scribbling notes from the factory—Russo’s men, Sofia’s sharp voice ordering the trap. Her article had ignited this storm, but her journalist’s fire burned brighter after her rescue. Livia’s layout had saved her, Alessandro’s men breaching the vent, but Sofia’s escape fuelled her resolve. In the factory, she’d overheard a guard mention Marco, Russo’s lieutenant, and a dock hit planned for tonight.

Her eyes flicked to the door, sensing Livia’s strategizing beyond it. Clara’s determination surged—she’d dig deeper, her notebook her weapon, to expose Russo and aid her sister. She wasn’t a liability; her strength mirrored Livia’s, her pen ready to strike.

Livia paced the hardwood floor, her fingers tracing the rim of a warm coffee mug while scanning Sergio’s latest note on the table.

Sofia’s with Russo. Next hit planned.

Clara’s rescue last night, guided by Livia’s cunning layout of the factory
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    Fire at the DocksThe first gunshot cracked like lightning across the waterfront, jolting the night into chaos.Alessandro’s hand shot out, yanking Livia down behind a rust-streaked container. Metal screamed as more bullets tore through the thin steel above them. The air reeked of diesel, salt, and blood already beginning to seep into the boards of the pier.“Stay low,” he growled, his body angled protectively over hers. “I’ll cover you.”Livia pressed herself against the cold container, her pulse wild. Gunfights were not her world; she had no weapon, no training. But she understood power—what it meant to be wanted, to be feared, to be the reason men would risk everything. And here, on this dock, under the floodlights and the roar of gunfire, she was the prize they were fighting over.Her eyes darted across the mayhem. Dante’s men were spilling out of black vans, rifles flashing, Santini screaming orders like a man possessed. Russo’s guards fired from stacked crates, muzzle flares spi

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