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Chapter 45: The Shadow
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2026-07-30 01:50:59
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The Mafia's Widow Revenge Chapter 45: The Shadow
The morning mist hung heavy over the private airstrip on the outskirts of Turin, wrapping the sleek profile of the matte-black chopper in a cold shroud.Julia stood near the open cabin door, her dark wool coat buttoned tightly against the biting mountain air. In her right hand, she held a secure tablet displaying real-time telemetry from the northern border passes. Beside her, Luca stood like a wall of iron, his leather-gloved hands folded behind his back, his dark eyes calmly scanning the tree line along the runway perimeter.It had been four weeks since Lord Hargrave bowed to the Romano crown in London. Four weeks of quiet efficiency. Yet, in their world, absolute quiet was rarely a natural state—it was usually the sound of someone holding their breath before pulling a trigger.Victor approached from the secondary hangar, his heavy boots making a crisp, crunching sound on the gravel. He stopped two paces away, holding out an encrypted satellite transceiver."Boss," Victor said, his
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