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CHAPTER 28: REAL-TIME RUIN

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-06-06 00:05:12

The sharp scent of cigar smoke and stale red wine filled the private dining room. I pressed my fingernails into my thighs, forcing my stomach to settle against the metallic smell of the blood-red steak. I scanned the long mahogany table, actively analyzing the visual blind spots of the eleven Capos.

Silverware clinked sharply against porcelain plates. Capo Moretti raised his crystal wine glass, his upper lip curling into a sharp sneer as he locked eyes with me. The other Capos set their forks d
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