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Chapter 117: My Bestfriend’s Cell
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Selena – POVThe steak bled on the silver plate like it was waiting for my name.“Sit,” Giordano said, like he was asking me to dinner—not death. His voice was calm. Too calm.I was already in the cell, but he wanted me to sit like I was some guest of honor. Sick bastard. The table was small. Silver plate. Fork already laid. Candle burning like this was fucking date night.I didn’t move.He tilted his head. “You want to stand while I describe the different ways I’ve imagined your death?”God.I sat. The candle flickered between us, throwing his face in and out. I could hear the soft drip of water behind the wall and the faint squeak of rats. Giordano didn’t blink. His steak bled into the white plate like a wound.The cell was cold. Wet. The stone beneath me felt like old bones. The iron bars still stank of blood from that chef—his blood.The man slit his own damn throat right in front of Giordano and smiled while doing it.His hand had barely shaken. The knife was small, but the b
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