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Chapter 33:

Author: Mirah Praise
last update publish date: 2026-07-08 13:29:54

The rain came down like buckets of ice water, slamming onto the cracked concrete of the abandoned gas station. The sound was deafening, a steady roar that drowned out everything else. But the moment Damiano’s boots hit the ground, the remaining gunfire stopped instantly.

He didn't wear a jacket. His black silk shirt was completely soaked through, sticking to the heavy, thick muscles of his chest. Right over his left shoulder, the white bandage was already turned a deep, dark red. The blood was
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