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Chapter six

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**Alessia**

I might have hated Leonardo Mancini for what his family’s war had done to mine…. for the blood, the funerals, years of violence that never seemed to end.

For my mother’s death.

But right now, hatred wasn’t even the problem.

The problem was that every time I closed my eyes, I still saw blood splattering across white tablecloths. Still saw the bullet passing dangerously close to my head. And somehow, through all of it…. he had stayed calm.

Enzo had been gone all night. I tried to call
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