Luciano’s gaze swept over Laura, heavy with an icy, absolute disgust. When he spoke, his voice was dangerously quiet, devoid of any humanity."Considering what a cheap whore you are, you’d probably enjoy the brothels—right up until the day you die face down under some bastard's fat cock," Luciano spat, his sneer dark and promising a slow ruin. "Jail will do for now. It keeps you alive just long enough for me to decide exactly how, piece by piece, I am going to dismantle you." A broken sob tore from Laura’s throat. She looked up at him through a blur of hot tears, pleading for a shred of mercy.But Luciano Mancini was entirely unmoved.Without breaking eye contact, he gave a curt nod to Luca. On command, Luca signaled one of the soldiers to seize Laura, preparing to personally oversee the booking at the precinct. In Luciano’s city, a word from him was both the evidence and the final verdict.Laura begged and wept as she was dragged across the floor, her heels scraping against the poli
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