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Chapter Fifty-One From Istanbul, Back To Naples
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2025-11-28 11:00:47Lorenzo's POV
Fifteen men didn’t make it back from Istanbul. Fifteen. Including my Nina.
She doesn't deserve to die like that. None of them deserved death for real.
Their names were carved into my memory like scars. And scars don’t fade around here.
How do I take care of Nora, all by myself? What do I even tell her about her mother's whereabouts, to start with?
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