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CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO

DON LUCA

The urge to shoot something, rather to shoot at someone suddenly gripped me, my fingers twitched and I was becoming agitated.

The Macallan 25 burned like liquid fire down my throat but it wasn’t helping.

“Boss!” Emilio called and leaned closer to me. He had followed me down here even when...