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THE GHOST AT HER BACK

The villa was unnaturally quiet.

Not peaceful. Expectant.

A silence that waited for the next crack of gunfire or betrayal.

Valentina stood by the tall window in Adriano’s study, her eyes locked on the courtyard below. Just hours ago, Gio’s blood had painted the stones. Now, it had been scrubbed away...