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Chapter 89

Penulis: Jedidiah
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VICENZO’S POV

I walked fast, moving on instinct, stumbling over the corpses of men who’d once toasted beside me. I reached the footpath and enveloped her in a hug, still holding Sofia in my arms. Her shirt was bloodstained. Her face pale, her lips pinched in pain but her eyes, her eyes found mine, and everything inside me fractured.

I held her hand as she took Sofia from me. “You shouldn’t have come.”

“I had to Enzo. Besides, your father came to see me and I promised him you’d make it out alive,” she said. Her voice shook, but her spine stayed straight.

My hands hovered near her arms but didn’t touch her. “You’re hurt.”

“I sewed myself up,” she said flatly.

I exhaled. “Bianca?”

Her silence was answer enough.

I nodded once. Then stepped aside. “Come inside.”

Rosa walked past Salvatore’s body sprawled out in the garden under the sun, his blood and brains spattered across the garden. She didn’t look away, didn’t flinch. Her breath caught, just for a second, but she kept walking.

Inside,
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