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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: Family Tastes Like Blood

Author: S.Luvelle
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-26 03:59:44

The scream ripped out of Noa’s chest like his ribs couldn’t hold it anymore, like his entire body cracked under the pressure of it, the weight of the photo burning in his palm. His mother. Alive. Tied to a chair. Beside Luca. And the timestamp mocked him; this wasn’t old, this was now. This was unfolding while he was still standing here, while Alessio bled onto the dusty floors of this half-dead safehouse, while Noa’s lungs barely dragged in enough air to stay upright.

He slammed his fist into the table, the wood splintering under his knuckles, pain biting up his arm like a necessary punishment. Alessio tried to push himself up from the chair, but Noa was already there, shoving him back down, pressing his palm hard to his shoulder wound.

“You are not moving,” Noa hissed, his voice shaking, his whole body thrumming like a live wire. “Not this time. Not until I figure out what the fuck this is.”

Alessio’s jaw clenched, blood drying along his temple, his breath ragged. “You saw her? You’
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