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Chapter Twenty-Seven Part 4: Day Five

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last update Date de publication: 2026-03-18 10:07:25

INTERCUT: DANTE - Day Five

The body was found in the morning.

One of Isabella's lieutenants. Found in his car. Single gunshot to the head.

Dante's work.

He'd done it last night. Late. After too many drinks and too many phone calls that went unanswered.

The man had questioned him. Had suggested Isabella should take back her operations. That Dante wasn't capable of running both.

So Dante had killed him.

Clean. Quick. Professional.

Then went home and slept like he hadn't in days.

Now, in the harsh
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