Chapter 35 Bloodstained Hands

PRETO

Bianca and I step out of my Jeep at the same time, our doors slamming shut in unison. Gravel crunches beneath my boots as I walk up the driveway lined with manicured green shrubs, my gaze lifting to the majestic villa that belongs to Ricardo, right in the heart of the Álvaro Obregón district....

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