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Chapter Fifty-One: The Vulture & The Watcher

Author: Jhumie_writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-23 05:01:17
The safehouse was silent, buried beneath an abandoned slaughterhouse on the outskirts of Palermo. The stink of old blood still clung to the walls, long since dried and darkened to rust. It was fitting, the Vulture thought, as he stood in the cold shadows and waited.

He had not chosen this place by accident.

He wanted the ghosts here. The memory of violence. The echo of bone against concrete. It made things… clear.

Footsteps echoed down the corridor, crisp, sure. No hesitation. No fear.

Good. That was why he’d chosen him.

Dario Vescari stepped into the room, dressed in black from throat to heel, his silver hair combed neatly back, a jagged scar peeking from beneath his collar. Sharp eyes swept the space once, twice, then landed on the man leaning against the steel table.

“You’re real,” Dario said, voice calm. Curious.

The Vulture didn’t move. “So are you. Disappointing, isn’t it?”

Dario smirked, faint but real. “We’ve been circling the same carcass for years. You picking the bones now,
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The game just changed. In Chapter Fifty-One, we finally meet two shadows from the past, The Vulture and Dario Vescari, two men who were never truly gone, only waiting. Their alliance marks a dangerous turning point for Lucien and Emilia, who have only just begun to taste peace. But peace, in their world, is an illusion. Every whisper, every secret, every hidden betrayal has been building to this. Now the knives are out, and the ones holding them know exactly where to strike. Thank you for reading and staying with me through this slow burn storm. Things are about to get darker, deadlier, and far more personal. —With blood and ink, JW

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