Chapter 97

~IRENE'S POV~

The call came at three in the morning. I answered on the first ring.

"Speak."

"It's done," the voice said. "The warehouse is clear. But we have a problem."

I sat up in bed. Straightened my silk robe. "What problem?"

"Rafael Russo is dead. Shot by the girl. Nicholas and Simo...

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