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Chapter Ninety-Seven

Author: Tracy Michaels
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-18 01:34:42

DELUCA

My head throbbed severely as I sat by the floor-to-ceiling glass windows in my office that early evening. I had been catching up on all the work I’d been putting off for far too long, and it had piled up so high that even Lucas had run off the moment he saw me dive into it. The bastard.

I was exhausted but deep in thought—just like I had been for the past few hours. I stared out at the city, not truly appreciating the view, because my mind was overloaded.

Elena had decided to cooperate with me—but on her terms. Whatever she meant by that—I had a feeling I’d find out soon enough, and I was also well aware that I might not like it. But when has that woman ever done something I liked? She was one hell of a woman—sharp, calculated, always thinking ten steps ahead. She was like me in a way that both soothed and unnerved me. Intrigued me. She might not know it, but I held a lot of admiration and respect for the woman she was.

The way she took those stitches like she wasn’t even pres
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