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The Cleaner Shows Up (chapt. 149)

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By the time the black car cruised through the iron gates, you could feel the atmosphere around the villa had shifted.

I sensed it in my chest before I even saw it—the kind of tension that hinted at blood and betrayal.

The Don was up on the balcony, his coat fluttering in the cold breeze. He didn’t acknowledge the man getting out of the car. He didn’t need to. It was clear as day: the wolf had been welcomed into the house.

I was peeking from behind one of the curtains, hiding in the shadows. The guy was tall and lean, with a face that seemed to have forgotten how to smile. His eyes were darting around, scanning everything—the guards, the windows, the darkness. He wasn’t here for a friendly visit; he was here to clean up.

“Who’s he?” I whispered.

Nikolai answered from behind me, “His name’s Lucien. They call him the Ghost. Your father brings him in when he wants a problem to quietly vanish.”

My stomach churned. “So he’s here for someone?”

Nikolai clenched his jaw. “Or two someon
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