Chapter 23 Chapter twenty three

Chapter 23: The Gamble.

"Fucking bastard," I growled under my breath as all eyes in the room locked onto us. Matteo was now grinning, a stupid grin that I wanted to slap off his face.

"A toast," Matteo repeated. "It's truly ironic,"

"My wife doesn't drink with ghosts, Albano," Nilo growled,his vo...

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