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Chapter Seventeen — Bloodlines and Broken Promises

Author: Chelsea
last update publish date: 2026-06-25 06:58:35

The warehouse smelled of spilled wine, gunpowder, and fear. My body still trembled from the raw, desperate way Matteo had claimed me on the wine-soaked floor—our bodies moving together like the world was ending, because it might have been. Now Drago stood in the shattered doorway like death itself, Renata at his side with a cold, calculated smile. Fresh armed men fanned out behind them, guns trained on us.

Matteo shoved me behind a stack of barrels, his broad back a shield once again. Blood dri
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