Chapter 165: "You Asked If I'd Kill Him? I Only Care What You Want

Aria:

The conference room door clicked shut behind us. I stood frozen in the hallway, barefoot, Vito's shirt hanging loose on my frame. Blood still streaked my hands from where I'd gripped the golf club.

My heart was hammering so hard I could barely breathe.

"If I'd asked you to kill him," I whis...

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