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Chapter 137

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last update Last Updated: 2025-11-25 02:12:06

Rocco

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sliced fruit lingered in the air. It was almost warm, peaceful, something men like us weren't meant to have.

Rafael had that quiet expression again, the one that told me he was thinking about Rosalia even when she wasn't around. His tie was loosened, and his gaze flicked toward the door every few minutes.

Finally, he said, "It's done."

Riccardo raised an eyebrow. "What's done?"

"The debt."

That halted me mid-sip.

"You paid it off?" I set my cup down carefully.

Rafael nodded. "Every last cent."

Riccardo settled back, a smirk teasing his lips. "You must be really in love with that woman, brother."

"She's my wife," Rafael replied simply, as if that was explanation enough. Perhaps it was.

He accepted a slice of mango, his fingers relaxed now in a way I hadn't seen in weeks. "I talked to Antonio again yesterday. His wife's recovering, still weak, but stable. He couldn't believe I settled the debt for good." He let out a dry laugh. "Said it wasn
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