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What is wrong with Vito Castellano part 2

Auteur: Naughty
last update Date de publication: 2026-07-04 15:27:24

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Vito’s jaw clenched tighter, the muscles ticking.

Benito's name stirred a dark coil of possessiveness in his gut, even now, when fear should have eclipsed everything else.

Benito might be his brother but it doesn't change the fact that he is Emilia's father and Zoya's ex. Zoya has moved on from him obviously but Benito might manipulate the situation and blame him of everything.

“I should,” Vito repeated, his voice rough, almost reluctant.

He pulled his phone from his pocket, sta
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