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CHAPTER 24 — THE NEW PLANS
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2026-05-21 00:41:01Heros Green
I noticed the vultures watching Liora with every step she took through the ballroom, their eyes crawling over her as if they had any right. Covetous. Curious. Hungry. The reason I came to this event was twofold: to remind everyone that the ‘Ndrangheta still ruled the East Coast and to get closer to Arthur Kensignthon—one of our main suspects in the sabotage of our shipments to the Bratva and the death of our father.<
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