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Thirty One: A Father’s Wrath

Author: JT Luna
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-21 14:00:59

Thirty One: A Father’s Wrath

Dominic POV

The safehouse smelled of stale cigarette smoke and gun oil. It was a cramped apartment in North Las Vegas, far from the Strip, far from the gleaming towers where Zacian sat on his throne. I sat at a scarred wooden table, staring at a burner phone. The screen was black, but I could feel it vibrating with the weight of everything I’d lost.

"Report," I said, my voice rough.

Alex stood across from me, looking like he’d gone ten rounds with a freight train. H
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