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Traitor’s Price

Penulis: Lee Ray
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Chapter 76: Traitor’s Price

The satellite phone felt heavier than it ever had in Luca’s hand. It's cold metal pressed against his palm like a final link to the world he had grown up in—a world of coded calls, blood promises, and decisions that split a life into before and after. Around him, the night was shaking. The Château groaned under the weight of battle. Gunfire cracked inside like bones snapping. Furniture crashed. Men screamed. And over it all came the distant cry of Swiss sirens rising steadily, getting closer, circling the mountain like wolves that had caught a scent.

Luca’s chest rose and fell quickly, each breath tight with both fear and fury. He knew this moment would come. He could feel it down in his bones. A traitor didn’t just vanish. A traitor repeated the pattern until someone forced their hand to stop. And Silvio had been repeating that pattern for years.

Ethan burst out of the shadowed trees, limping but still moving with the stubborn force of adrenaline. Swe
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