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Chapter Ten: A Bullet's Price

Auteur: Nathaniel black
last update Date de publication: 2026-06-04 17:52:54

“Luciano,” I gasped.

The figure straightened up from the waitress, glass crunching under his boots. But the voice that cut through the chaos wasn’t the low growl I expected. “Miss Seraphina, are you alright? Talk to me!”

It was Tomas.

Heat rushed to my face as I slumped against the booth, embarrassed that my brain had jumped straight to him. My arm burned like fire where the bullet had torn through, blood soaking my sleeve and dripping onto the floor tiles.

“It’s just my arm,” I said through g
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