Chapter 111: Dreams Of His Death

Giordano POV At His Mansion

He should’ve been the one on the floor.

Not Selena.

The hallway stank of bleach and blood. Too clean and too filthy at the same time. Giordano stood alone under the chandelier, breathing like he had a goddamn gun pressed to his own ribs.

Somewhere outside, the gua...

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