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Chapter 77: The Trifecta of Problems

作者: Dreamer17
last update 最終更新日: 2025-12-30 01:10:47

Ricardo’s POV

I button the last piece of my suit, smoothing the lapels in the mirror. I look clean, sharp and untouchable. I adjust my cuffs, tilt my head, and admire the man staring back.

Behind me, Lana stirs in the bed. Her hair spills over the pillow like spilled ink. I don’t look at her until she speaks.

“I’m gonna miss you next to me.”

The corners of my lips twitch. Finally. That’s what I wanted to hear the first time. Not the defiance, not the silence, not the attitude, just this. Her quiet and unwilling admission.

I let the small smile linger as I leave. I am very satisfied with Lana, the sex, and the way she said she’ll miss me next to her, it fuels me. But now it’s time to face what matters: Linda’s sister. My brother. And Antonella.

The trifecta of problems.

Outside, I drive myself this time. My mind is already on the arranged meeting. It isn’t at a diner. No, I don’t cheapen meetings like this. It’s in one of my front hotels. It’s tall and gleaming with money that’s both c
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