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Chapter Thirty- nine : The Devil's Gambit

Auteur: Zainab
last update Date de publication: 2025-11-10 16:26:45

(Alessandro’s POV)

The night was a canvas of neon and shadow, From the tinted windows of the armored SUV parked across from the opulent facade of The Empyrean Club, I watched the dregs of Chicago’s elite underworld come and go. Politicians, judges, and rival capos all passed under the discreet gas lamps, their expensive cars purring at the curb. They were entering the O’Malley’s sanctuary to indulge their vices, blissfully unaware that a predator was using their neutral ground as his person
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