S
he sipped on
her whiskey, that s
he grew to appreciate t
he taste of.
T
he elevator doors opened, making t
hem both look up at t
he man walking in. His white shirt was dirty and stained. His knuckles bloody and his hair soaked with sweat and rain. Sage stood up from beside At
hena and ran up to him. But Giovanni did not look at him,
he was not expecting eit
her of t
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