Chapter 69: My Plaything

Giordano  POV, Earlier At The Fake Safehouse, They Blew

"You idiots couldn’t catch a cold in a snowstorm."

I stepped out of the black SUV like a storm rolling in. My boots hit the gravel. My jaw clenched. The wreckage of the failed raid still smoked behind the so-called safehouse. Bodies, b...

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