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48. Where’s My Wife?

Auteur: Hermajesty
last update Dernière mise à jour: 2025-05-17 02:50:13

~Valentino’s POV~

The first thing that came into my mind as I woke up was her.

My eyes cracked open slightly, heavy with sleep, and my hand instinctively reached out to her side, but instead, I was greeted by empty, cold sheets.

My brow furrowed, the sleep vanishing in an instant.

“Moglie?” I muttered, my voice still rough, thick with sleep.

No answer.

A dull ache throbbed in my arm as I pushed myself up, the stitches pulling, a burning reminder of the shitstorm we’d just survived.

I gritted my teeth, forcing myself upright, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.

I grabbed a shirt from the closet, slipping it carefully over my shoulders. The fabric dragged against the gauze on my arm, making me wince.

I paired it with black shorts and slides, then headed out of the room.

Descending the grand staircase, my footsteps echoed sharply against the marble, slicing through the suffocating quiet.

Two guards stood stationed at the bottom, straightening immediately wh
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I seriously had to laugh.. big bad mobster saying uncouth manner omgosh
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