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Chapter 24: Hard as fuck, Horny as Hell

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Vincenzo Drakvolk – 10:07 p.m.

The war room still carried the faint metallic tang of blood and scorched flesh, even though the bodies had been removed hours ago.

Twenty-three death sentences.

Twenty-three greedy elders who believed they could divert twenty million meant for orphaned pups and crippled veterans into their private vaults without consequence.

I delivered the verdict in a flat, emotionless tone—death, no appeal, no clemency—and walked out before the first scream could rise.

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