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Chapter 7

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Seeing Rocco staring at her in silence, Carmela assumed the iron-willed capo was still reeling with guilt and fear from the shootout.

She placed the insulated bag on the marble coffee table, walked around to the edge of the sofa, and leaned against him softly.

"Rocco, don't carry this all by yourself."

"The little girl is tough. She'll be fine, won't she?"

"You saved Elio. Salvatore is watching from above, and he will definitely be happy for you."

As she spoke, she raised a hand, her fingertips
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