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Before You

Author: Elizabeth_reads
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-05-25 20:42:54

Dante’s POV

It didn’t make sense. That was the problem.

Nothing about this entire situation was supposed to feel this clean. Like someone was moving pieces on a board they had memorized years ago.

The last shipment had passed through without a single interruption. No ambushes at the usual choke points. No warning shots fired into the night. No blood left on the pavement as a signature. That level of smoothness should have been a glaring red flag, but it was only one piece in a much larger, m
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