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2025-11-10 08:00:06CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE
AFTER THE BANQUETThe night air smelled like metal and impatience.We hadn’t spoken since the banquet. Just silence, taut, simmering, dangerous.That woman’s touch still lingered in Dante’s memory like poison.And in mine, her face begged for the kind of closure only blood could deliver.Then Malcolm’s voice cracked through the tension over the radio.“There’s been movement, Boss. Ricci’s private port just lit up. A ship came in three hours ago, cargo unknown, but heavy escort. We confirmed it just now.”Dante looked at me. The air between us shifted, sharp as a blade being unsheathed.Before he could speak, Nikolai’s phone buzzed.He glanced at the screen, his usual grin fading. “Cynthia called. Said the Executioner’s awake again. Same old pattern, fast, clean, like nothing happened. But there’s more. Voronin and the other Russian bosses were summoned for a gathering in a we
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