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Chapter 123

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MARCO

Sitting across from Carlos and Tony, I absently moved one of my pieces on the chessboard, half-listening as they rambled about the latest bars and clubs they’d been frequenting. It was the same old talk—places I hadn’t been to in ages. I wasn’t interested in all that anymore. There was always something more important to focus on.

Carlos, always the loudest of the three of us, leaned forward, trying to get my attention. “You’re really missing out, Marco. You remember those nights? The drinks, the women, the music! Man, we used to own every spot we walked into.”

I waved him off with a small laugh. “Those days are behind me, Carlos. I’ll pass. I’ve got more important things to deal with.”

Tony cut in, smirking as he moved his rook across the board. “Of course, you’d turn it down. You’re always buried in work these days, Marco. But seriously, you gotta cut loose sometime. You don’t wanna be that guy who only works and forgets how to live.”

I watched as Tony’s knight threatened one o
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I was wondering the same thing.
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Sheila Ann Graybourne
SO WHAT HAPPENED TO THE MYSTERY WOMAN THAT TONY WAS THINKING OF SETTLING DOWN WITH BEFORE HE & MARCO GOT SHOT?
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