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Chapter Hundred and Ten

Penulis: Tracy Michaels
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-05-25 20:32:23

DELUCA

Stepping into the bike workshop and to the side, many bikes were being hosed down, much to my irritation.

As we walked straight down the aisle, I spotted the bike that had been used by the shooter and smirked as I walked straight to it without pausing.

"Hey, yo I just got that bike" a bulky guy stepped before my face and I gave him a once over, his physique was far different from the shooter but it wouldn't stop me from putting two bullets into the motherfucker's skull.

"From whom?" I asked, taking a step closer to him.

"That's none of ya' business" he said and I smirked, bringing my gun down to his tummy and his eyes widened when he saw it.

I might be a big boss but this guy was getting on my nerves and I didn't like it.

"Now, from whom and where can we find this person?" Lucas stepped in and he pointed to the bar where someone sat with a glass cup in hand.

"Get out" I ordered him before taking long strides to the guy in a hoodie.

When I got there, I closed my arms around his
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  • The Mafia Widow's Revenge    Chapter Two Hundred and Four

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  • The Mafia Widow's Revenge    Chapter Two Hundred and Two

    ELENAI folded another dress into the suitcase, my hands moving without thought. Every fabric felt heavier than it should, as though it carried the weight of all my mistakes, all of Lorenzo’s betrayal.The boy’s face flashed again in my mind—sharp as a blade. Those wide, curious eyes. That jawline already beginning to form into the sharp angles I knew too well. His father’s angles. My chest tightened, and I shoved the lid of the suitcase down harder than necessary, as if I could bury the memory along with my clothes.I didn’t want to think. I just wanted to leave.The shrill ring of the hotel’s landline startled me, slicing through the silence. I froze, staring at it like it was a stranger who had wandered into my room. By the second ring, I forced myself to pick up.“Bonjour, madame,” the receptionist’s polite voice chimed. “A woman named Lila is here to see you. Shall I send her up?”The name slammed into me like a punch to the chest.Lila.I’d seen it too many times these past few

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