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Chapter 62 The First Cut

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Sebastian

The office lights hum above me, too bright, too sterile.

I used to think this world, suits, markets, legitimate deals, would feel clean compared to my past. But tonight, the shine on my desk feels like a spotlight, and I’m the suspect under interrogation.

I rub at my eyes, staring down at the Bloomberg feed glowing across my screens. Numbers stream past like rivers I can’t drink from fast enough.

For months I’ve been building this career, clawing back something resembling a normal life. Finance isn’t holy work, but it’s a far cry from rotting in prison.

Then the email arrives.

No subject line. Just an attachment.

I hesitate before clicking. Bad habit, maybe fatal. But curiosity wins, like it always does.

Inside is a photograph of me. On the courthouse steps, five years ago. My hand is on Emmeline’s back, her face hidden in my shoulder. She was crying. I remember the feel of her tears soaking through my shirt.

Under the photo is a single line typed in Italian. Blood ties bind
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  • My Runaway Mafia Groom Wants Me Back   Chapter 63 A Mother’s Intuition

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  • My Runaway Mafia Groom Wants Me Back   Chapter 62 The First Cut

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  • My Runaway Mafia Groom Wants Me Back   Chapter 61 Homecoming

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  • My Runaway Mafia Groom Wants Me Back   Chapter 59 Passion Rekindled

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