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Chapter 34: The Pleasure is Mine.

Penulis: Marie Jessette
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-23 16:43:10

Vittorio’s POV At The Top Floor Of A Luxurious Hotel

“Just smile and shake hands,” Salvatore whispered at my side. “That’s all you gotta do. Show face. Say a few pretty words. These bastards eat it up.”

I didn’t answer.

“Try not to look like you’d rather shoot someone.”

Salvatore whispered behind his fake-ass grin as another senator’s daughter floated over in sequins and desperation.

“I’d rather shoot myself,” I muttered, sipping the whiskey I wasn’t enjoying.

We were in some overpriced hotel ballroom, all crystal chandeliers and expensive perfume. Every politician in the province was packed in, shaking hands with one palm and hiding a knife in the other. I hated these events. But Salvatore insisted.

“You want the mayor’s chair?” he’d said earlier. “You gotta dance with snakes.”

Yeah. And maybe strangle one or two.

“You’re the most eligible bachelor in the damn country,” Salvatore kept whispering. “Play it right, you’ll be mayor next year.”

“I don’t need to be mayor,” I said flat. “
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