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Chapter 98:  The  Maze

Penulis: Marie Jessette
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-13 02:41:47

Vittorio’s POV At The Auction Underground

Tell me you have it.”

Ghost’s voice crackled through the phone. “Yeah. We got the relic.”

“And?”

“And we’ve got a big fucking problem.”

I stepped away from the noise inside, the heavy music and cigar smoke echoing through the underground. The hallway outside was cooler, quieter.

“What kind of problem?” I asked, jaw tight.

“Interpol flagged the shipment. They’ve got heat on the docks in Naples. Too many eyes.”

“You told me you handled customs.”

“I did handle it,” he snapped. “But somebody leaked. Probably one of those auction bastards. Or a rat in Anwar’s circle.”

I exhaled hard through my nose. “Put Anwar on the phone.”

Few seconds. Click.

A trembling voice answered. “Yes, Mister De Luca—”

“You listen to me,” I said, low and sharp. “You fuck this up, you won’t need to worry about Interpol. You’ll need to worry about your spine.”

“I—I will fix it. Please.”

“Two hours. That’s all you’ve got. Get Ghost the clearance, or you lose your tongue.”

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