THE RETURN OF THE MAFIA LAWYER

– Ten Y

ng city below. The neon-lit skyline of Astoria, Velmoria's capital, stretche

t by the window, expre

ten years, he had erased his name, hi

he wa

ess boy who had

feared mafia l

atbelt sign f

r. His Rolex glinted under the cabin lights as he reached for a glass of whiskey, s

a black Rolls-Royce Phantom waited on the private runw

by the car-Adrian More

swept through the cabin. Aleksander stepped out, hi

the car door. "Welcome

n-soaked asphalt, burning tob

as h

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y of

towering skyscrapers and lavish mansions-homes to the corrupt p

earview mirror. "Word's already spreading. Th

a curt nod. Good

ready one of the most expensive law firms in Velmoria. The governm

for a fractio

ander's voice was

ian admitted. "But ther

's lap. He opened it, skimmin

pire was being thr

arrested on murder and money laundering c

sen to defend V

nder D

ous smirk form

know what he

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t the Silv

sino was the beating

the scent of old money. Men in tailored suits a

ntion. Eyes turned, whispers followed, but he di

sat Victor Petrovic-Domini

helped slaughter A

s lifeless body flashed before his eyes. But Al

and took the seat

ksander said smoothly, resting his hands on th

His fingers tightened

rward, his voice lik

obl

ck and suffocating. Then, reluctantly,

the pages. The case was airtight.

't about winn

ide Orlov's circle. About

r his pen, his moveme

otion, he signed his

ract was

ame w

Or

the devil throug

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Firs

er leaned against the leather sea

ilence for a whil

na defend one o

and dangerous. "Oh, I'll defend him

owned. "A

mirk sharpened

he doesn't live long