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The Don's Perfect Forgery Chapter 10
One year later, in Manhattan, New York.In a damp basement untouched by sunlight sat a gray-haired man with paralyzed legs.The sharp odor of antiseptic filled the room, the final trace Elena had left him.Victor's legs had been shattered during the civil war, condemning him to a wheelchair for life. The basement walls no longer displayed paintings of a blonde woman. Instead, they were covered with candid photographs he had obsessively collected from international news reports.In them, a woman with neat, short dark brown hair laughed brightly in the sunlight, her white coat covered in dirt, or saved lives in a field hospital with a scalpel in her left hand. In every photograph, the tall mercenary stood just behind her, never a step away, shielding her from every hardship.Victor's hand trembled as he traced the woman's face in the photographs, tears of regret spilling down his cheeks.He had spent his life chasing a false specter, only to bury his own salvation with his own hands. For
The Don's Perfect Forgery Chapter 9
A half-collapsed church in Aleppo, in the Middle East.The setting sun washed over its bullet-riddled dome.I stood in a plain white coat, my short hair flying in the wind and a healing scar beside my right eye.Leo wore black combat gear and the supreme commander's insignia on his chest. He held my damaged right hand, the one bearing his rough shell-casing ring.The old priest held his Bible and began the vows. "In the face of war and death, do you..."Helicopter blades thundered overhead. Three armed Moretti Family helicopters forced themselves into a hover above the ruins, while dozens of fully armed Mafia soldiers surrounded the church doors.Victor's face was haggard, his eyes bloodshot.He clutched the fifty-million-dollar diamond ring in one hand and a bloodstained lockbox containing Isabella's severed head in the other.He charged into the church like a madman. "Elena, I killed her! I killed Isabella with my own hands!" Victor's voice echoed through the church. Then he finally
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The familiar scent of tobacco pulled me awake.When I opened my eyes, Leo was propped against the headboard, his face still pale. "My chief surgeon, you've been asleep for thirty hours."I pushed myself upright and instinctively touched his forehead. "Normal temperature. No secondary infection in the wound. You still need to rest."Leo reached beneath his pillow, took something out, and placed it in my hand.It was a rough brass ring, handmade from a shell casing.Two sets of coordinates were engraved inside the band: the ruins where we had met and this underground operating room."It's made from the bullet they dug out from behind my sternum, two millimeters from my heart."Leo looked at me with a sincerity I had never seen in his eyes before."I can't give you a fifty-million-dollar diamond ring or an estate in Manhattan. I even owe you three lives."If you ever want to leave, throw this ring in my face. I'll personally see you safely on your way."Unlike Victor, he did not force it
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At two in the morning, the earth trembled beneath an artillery barrage.Anti-government forces assaulted our sector for four straight hours.When Leo's men finally dragged him into the bunker, his body blackened by fire, he collapsed onto an iron cot. His back was torn to pieces. Worst of all, a barbed shell fragment was lodged deep between two bones, less than a quarter of an inch from his aorta."Commander, the medical store was just destroyed! Every anesthetic and painkiller is gone!" His second collapsed to his knees in despair."Elena..." Leo raised his bloodstained face. "Don't listen to them... just cut it out."He snatched a half-full bottle of vodka from the table, poured all of it over the wound on his back, and clamped his teeth around the neck of the bottle.Removing a barbed fragment from bone without anesthesia would cause pain no human being should be able to endure.I stepped forward calmly. "Bite down."He trusted me, so I trusted him.The instant I cut into the necrot
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The clinic settled into an uneasy calm, but the alarm inside my body never lifted.The scars of seven years of twisted conditioning remained wound tight through every part of me.When the supply crew carried in several cartons of disinfecting wipes with a faint white-floral scent, so similar to Venetian white iris, my stomach cramped violently and I began retching beyond my control.Whenever a helicopter thundered overhead or something heavy crashed nearby, I instinctively covered the back of my head and folded into a corner, sometimes forgetting to breathe.In Manhattan, one sound Victor disliked or one wrong move meant an entire night of suffocating restraint.An iron door slammed against the corridor wall. I stumbled back against the wall and slid to the floor, gasping like a dying fish.Suddenly, an arm swept around my shoulders and pulled me firmly against a body hot enough to burn.Leo did not rage at my loss of control the way Victor would have. Nor did he force me to stand.The
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Ten minutes later, inside an underground clinic.The stench of decay mingled with the moans of the wounded."A doctor! Hurry, look at this mercenary! He was caught in a close-range blast. His spleen is hemorrhaging, and we can't even get a blood-pressure reading."I drew a deep breath, pulled on gloves, and strode to the operating table. Out of habit, I reached for the scalpel with my right hand.But three of my fingers hung limp and refused to close. The scalpel slipped through them and clattered to the floor.The trauma room went dead silent."The doctor's hand is useless?" The mercenaries by the door erupted. "You have to be kidding! Commander, she can't even hold a scalpel. She'll get Kane killed!"Leo leaned against the doorframe and lit another cigarette. His expression darkened as he watched my right hand tremble.Leo said, "Found her by the roadside..."The humiliation Victor had left me with was exposed, raw and bleeding, before this band of hardened men."Her right hand is us
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