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Chapter 52

Aвтор: Raven Sanz
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HOLLY

The invitation had arrived with Giovanni’s seal, heavy with expectation. A “special dinner,” he called it — a gathering of all the rival families under one roof. Mutual ground. A place where bloodshed was forbidden, where civility was demanded, where masks were worn more tightly than crowns.

I knew what it meant. I knew what Giovanni was doing. And I knew Adelina would be waiting.

I knew the rules before I even set foot here. I found my father’s old book accidentally while putting away my mother’s things many years ago.

The mafia families lived by rules older than stone. At these dinners, no family could strike another. No blade, no bullet, no fire. It was the only way to keep peace, however fragile.

But there was one exception. One secret clause whispered only among the old guard: if a guest — someone outside the families — struck, only the target could respond. No one else.

It was a loophole. A trap. A stage.

The hall was gilded in gold and shadow, chandeliers glittering above
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