Chapter 100 You Can Taste It Again, If You...

Luca

I tapped my fingers in a slow rhythm against my desk, my eyes following Marco as he paced across my office, his phone glued to his ear.

I leaned back in my chair, watching him for the past half hour.

“Fck, Consigliere Fabian,” he snapped, his eyes gleaming with anger. “What do you mean the o...

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