Chapter 86 - Panic Room

Dante’s voice was low, calm, and lethal.

“Which one of you wants to die first?”

No one moved.

Marco’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t speak. Luca looked at the floor. I just stood there, frozen between them all, unable to breathe.

Then the door opened again, and Enzo walked in — silent, composed, an...

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