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Chapter 23

Author: Jedidiah
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-18 16:00:20

VICENZO’S POV

I slammed the door hard enough to wake up the dead as I stepped into my penthouse, my blood boiling with rage.

“Where the fuck is Mateo?” I roared as I stepped into the room, the city lights behind me glaring like fire through the tall windows. The living room was dim, heavy with silence. I didn’t bother shedding my coat, just kept walking, my heart hammering wildly against my chest desperate to burst.

Mateo emerged from the hallway, face tight. “I…I’m here, boss.”

I crossed the room in three long strides and grabbed him by the collar, shoving him back into the wall so hard the picture frame beside his head fell with a crash.

“She’s gone,” I growled. “How is she fucking gone? With the little girl who could possibly be my daughter…you hear that, Mateo? My daughter, Mateo. You want to explain to me how?”

His face was flushed red and his hands came up in surrender, struggling under my grip. “Boss, wait… me explain…”

“Explain?” My voice cracked. “You were supposed to have e
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