Chapter 125 One Hundred And Twenty-Five

Luca. 

I got out of the car and slammed the door harder than I meant to, the sound echoing down the quiet street like a gunshot. My hands were shaking, my fists clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms. I was angry. Fucking really angry. The kind of rage that sits low in your gut and burns slow...

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