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Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Ghost and the Southern King

Penulis: Jhumie_writes
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-07-04 20:09:16
The drive to Lucien Moretti’s estate was too quiet.

Raul Navarro didn’t like quiet. Not the kind that came with watching trees pass by like ghosts through bulletproof glass. Not the kind that made the back of his neck itch.

He adjusted his cuffs. A gold chain glinted beneath his shirt sleeve. Clean. Sharp. Southern charm wrapped in cartel violence. He didn’t wear body armor. Didn’t need to. If Lucien wanted him dead, no Kevlar was going to stop it.

The gates opened before the car fully stopped. That alone told him something, Moretti wasn’t in the mood to wait.

He stepped out onto the gravel driveway, flanked by two of his own men, both silent, both armed. The sun hit hard here, but not as hard as it did back south. In his own territory, the heat came with life, sweat, grit, laughter, blood. Here, it was silent. Controlled. Like everything was waiting for permission to breathe.

A Moretti man led him inside without a word.

They didn’t need to talk. Raul had been here before. The halls st
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Things just got dangerous. Raul Navarro has always been the kind of man who thrives in the shadows, but now he’s stepping into one cast by someone far colder, far more calculated. The Vulture has finally moved from whispers to invitations… and he’s dragging Emilia’s name into the game. Why her? Why now? And most importantly, how much does he know? Lucien is losing patience. Raul is walking a razor’s edge. And somewhere in the dark, a ghost is waiting to be seen.

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