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CHAPTER 29: DANGEROUS TAUNT

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TRISTAN'S POV

The hot afternoon air nipped at my skin as I lingered outside the monstrous Sokolov mansion. Sergei and Alexei had finally departed, their armored cars disappearing down the long, winding driveway. A tense silence settled, thick and heavy with unspoken threats and simmering resentment. I knew Giovanni was inside, waiting. I could practically feel his dark gaze boring into the back of my skull.

Sergei and Alexei's departure a small victory in the twisted game I was playing. Now, for the main event.

I leaned against the door, forcing myself to take a slow, deliberate breath. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of anxiety and a strange, uncomfortable thrill. What I was about to do was reckless, bordering on insane.

Before facing him, I needed to plant a seed. A seed of doubt, of anger, of something potent enough to disrupt his meticulously constructed world. He’d humiliated me in front of his friends, dismissing me as a mere plaything, a disposable toy. I
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