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PAULO

Author: Aikohi
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-05-15 12:15:38

Vincent's POV

Paolo used to beat me at chess every single Sunday when we were kids.

Back in my father’s house in Naples, the old wooden board would come out in the back room. Paolo would sit across from me, twelve years old but already carrying that calm patience like it was built into his bones.

He’d wait, watch. Think three moves ahead while I rushed my pieces forward like a hot-headed idiot and paid for it every damn time.

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I hope Vincent sees the red flags from Michael’s and Volkov’s too quick answers. And Lola’s face tells him Ocean didn’t do it.
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