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Chapter 11: The Search for the Devil

작가: Jennifer Writes
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Serena refocused her senses, sharpening them to get back to the crucial matters at hand. There was a much bigger fish to fry, compared to the game of cat and mouse Stefan was initiating. She had to get back to business. She needed to find Stefano De Ricco. The Ghost Italian Mafia kingpin. She needed to find the devil.

She first drew her curtain blinds, and turned on the air conditioner. Then put on jazz music to play. Putting on her blutech glasses, she tied her hair in a disheveled bun before settling on the seat.

She booted up her laptop and cracked her knuckles, ready to dig in. "Time to go old school," she muttered to herself. She needed to find something, anything, on Stefano De Rico. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she started searching, logging into the dark web — a website off limits to 70% percent of the people in the world.

First, she tried his full name, but the results were a dead end. No Data found on ‘Stefano De Rico.’

Next, she attempted "Stefano, the mafia" a
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