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Chapter 8

作者: Peachy
I didn't respond.

Let them sweat.

The next morning at ten, Vincenzo was at his last safe house.

A derelict warehouse. He was holding a live 'press conference' for the whole damn underworld.

It was Ava's idea. Vincenzo's last Hail Mary.

They were going to play the victim card. Beg for sympathy. Try to force my hand, maybe even sway the Commission.

The place was filled with the usual vultures—the bloggers and so-called 'reporters' who make a living off our blood.

Ava was there, no makeup, eyes puf
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