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CHAPTERS ONE HUNDRED AND SIX

Author: Iris Brown
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-07 22:23:47

Lyla’s POV

My father walked into the small room, flagged by my elder brother and Eli. “The crow,” he said with a sick smile. “What an honor.”

“The honor is all mine, Mr. Russo,” Christian accepted my father's stretched out hand. “You are legacy, of course. I could not refuse.”

“Well, since you so expertly took care of my problem, on such short notice too. I couldn't help but feel grateful to you.”

My hands hit the window pane between us, but there was no sound. My father sat down next to Christian, and took off his jacket. “A drink?” My ex husband asked.

Two girls wearing lingerie walked into the room and poured the shots out for them. “I must say,” my father drank the whiskey, “you are a bold man.”

“I just know what I was, Mr. Russo. I do not hesitate till I get what I want done too.”

“Yes, but sneaking into here, taking over from those horrible brothers, starting the skin business again,” my father laughed. “I might just start mine again, you know, just for fun.”

I felt sick to my s
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