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Chapter 47 - Old Grief

Author: Steph Starry
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-08 15:24:36
❄︎ Viktor ❄︎

(17 years old)

I grounded myself in the continuous hum of the air conditioners. Anything to distract me from the groaning man hanging from chains hooked into his flesh from the ceiling.

“Guerrero Sanchez, I believe you’ve met my sons.” Father’s rough tilt echoed in the warehouse.

My elder brother Paulo shifted beside me, and I mentally ordered him to be still before he drew Father’s attention.

“Darko, I swear on my life, on my pregnant wife, on anything… I did not steal from you. You know me,” the man hanging from the rafters pleaded, blood clotting around his mouth and running in rivulets down his back and stomach where the chains embedded.

Guerrero was one of my father’s capos. He handled money, and now that money was short at the end of the year, skimmed off smartly to avoid detection and amounting to $608,000.

The man swung slightly from the chains, a gold sigil glinting on his shirt. It was an open serpentine mouth with a gun muzzle sticking out of it.

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