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67. Blood In The Streets

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Chapter 67: Blood In The Streets

LUCIAN’S POV

The air in the penthouse conference room hung thick with cigar smoke and tension, the Miami skyline a blur of neon through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I leaned back in my chair, my boots propped on the polished table, my Beretta resting on my thigh, its weight a quiet comfort. The men around me—syndicate bosses, smugglers, and enforcers—droned on about shipment routes and payoffs, their voices a dull hum against the storm raging in my head.

Ethan. His name was a blade, cutting through every thought, every plan. I hated him—hated the way he’d slapped me, pushed me away, chosen that venomous wife over me. But I couldn’t shake him, couldn’t erase the memory of his face. My fingers tightened on the gun, my jaw clenching. Why can’t I let him go?

Across the room, Marco stood by the door, my phone buzzing in his hand, his face tightening as he answered. His eyes flicked to me, sharp, guarded, and my gut twisted. I knew that look. Someone he ha
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