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Carlos Finally Resolved to be the Don

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CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE

MORETTI'S ESTATE

Training Hall

The mutters spread like a virus.

“She’s the boss’s sister, of course Roan lost.”

“No man’s gonna hit her seriously.”

“Unfair fight from the start.”

I stopped cold, the frost in my gaze shutting every mouth that dared move.

“You think he let me win?” I asked softly, dangerously.

Not one of them answered. But the doubt was written plain across their faces.

“Fine,” I said, voice slicing clean. “If you want a comparison, then I’ll oblige.”

A shadow moved forward. Nikolai. My Nikolai. He peeled off his shirt as he stepped onto the mat, muscle and scar and cold calculation carved into every line of him.

The soldiers muttered again, uneasy this time.

“That’s the Lucchese’s man.”

“No...La Rosa Nera’s.”

“Unfair, unfair-”

“Unfair?” Nikolai’s voice rumbled low, a dangerous grin tugging at his mouth. “Then let’s even it ou
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