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Adrian’s Final Gambit

Author: Sommy Writes
last update publish date: 2026-06-20 00:03:50

Adrian's POV

The rain hammered the roof of the abandoned garage like it wanted to cave the whole thing in. I stood in the middle of the oil-stained floor, soaked to the bone, clutching a cheap umbrella that had already flipped inside out twice. My shoes squelched with every step. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Not from the cold. From what I was about to do.

Rossi and two of Greco’s enforcers waited under the leaking roof. Don Savio himself wasn’t there. Smart. He sent the dogs instead. Rossi l
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