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Chapter 43 — Thursday

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We spent Wednesday night in a fourth location Victor hadn't told anyone about — not Marcus, not the CFO, not even his head of security. A rented house two islands over, plain and unremarkable, the kind of place nobody would think to look for a billionaire and a mafia heir hiding a woman they both loved.

"Feels wrong," Nico said, watching the water from the porch, shoulder still stiff under his shirt. "Sitting here while other people walk into a trap we built."

"It's the only way to be sure," Vi
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