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cross from me. Suddenly look
ovanni or Dante for what happe
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was Alessandro's idea. Lorenzo didn't want to negotiate. But your father co
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ks my father got
her lost someone too."
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men have noth
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ed. A few months ago. Started mak
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are about the truth anymore. In his mind, your father and Dante
ter proves he kn
w does
the Sovereign bloodline was dead
eans one thing. He
acing the small ro
'm a woman. Thinks I'm a boy. Which means hi
is my bigges
maso glan
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to get prepared. He wi
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him information. Someone
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inherit. Never got to marry, have children, bui
. My parents. Anthony. My b
Lorenzo? Both of us dest
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does h
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te Caruso in Rome. Lorenzo Vitale in Naples. And you
th was
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d no
gainst an empire.
t for a moment.
over, but the boy wanted peace. Hated the violence. He and you
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ndro pushed so hard for that meeting. He th
s laugh w
the war's been waiting fifteen
nto my chair.
lies destroyed. And Dant
at do
have a plan. Beca
pare. You build you
face first. Because fighting bo
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peace. And all I'm doin
estroy Dante. Take back what w
about this
do this? Can
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abella. Whatever he's planning, he
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are t
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. The floor shook
me toward the
the safe house on V
ot lea
t to us. He dropped. Dead
d. Oh
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ed my visio
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the stairs and turne
ra
the basement. Into the old smug
warehouse was b
osions. Screa
g while I ran
't let them see my face. N
m know Isabella So
e hand on the tunnel wall. The
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ndless. Dark and co
ght ahead. Leadin
it open. Crawled
ust like To
istance, smoke rose
ommaso. All
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oks like. This is t
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nt
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