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Chapter Eight-Three

Author: Tracy Michaels
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-09 04:25:09

DELUCA

Lucas and I didn’t speak as we got back into the car. He took the driver’s seat this time while I leaned back, staring out the window, my jaw tight with restraint.

The girl's words echoed in my head like a siren: “She was called Elena by another lady she came with.” Too clean. Too intentional.

“She’s being set up,” Lucas finally muttered, breaking the silence. “That or someone wants her tied to your throat—either way, it smells like a trap.”

I didn’t answer. My silence was its own language.

Elena was unpredictable—but reckless wasn’t her style. She didn’t make moves without calculating the outcome first. That attempt on my life? Amateur hour. Whoever arranged it wanted to create noise, not results.

I leaned back in my seat and stared out the tinted window. The city passed us in blurs—glass towers, rusted rooftops, cracked sidewalks littered with secrets. Every inch of it was mine, whether they knew it or not. And now someone wants to challenge that?

“Trace everyone involved,”
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