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Chapter 3 The Wrong Culprit

Word Count: 928    |    Released on: 07/07/2025

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a's

Ivan said, his voice dripp

g another drag of my cigaret

t." He declared, his voice trembli

dened in surprise. I rose up from the

?" I questioned, exhaling the contents

to side, "No, the queen never makes mist

h, as I walked around my study room, my

liste

o search around if there was anyone else with the t

e it. I made my research long enough

the city

currently in Velm

car ready. We leave for

tudy room, leav

rembling internally from the thought tha

k t

need to apologize. Father said mafias do

akes. The least I could do now is free him

e. I strolled back to pick it up and my nerves qu

mbering his order to n

ttle one. Don is proud of you," his cra

my palm but I endured the pain. As I didn't know ho

ing the cap

ough the phone, making me

and get him killed in a staged accident. That way, there'd be no

ion he assigned to me since I was sixteen. This was

father, as if disgesti

ate mistakes don't you?" His question reminded me of t

Don. I'd make

partment–with a burning desire to find t

lled out to

the passageway, meeting me as

he dungeon, Luca must not esca

dy to let him go-not until I found the real killer.

ce as the car sped through t

like hours, we a

en and bent, the houses looking dusty and the s

place?" I turned to Ivan as I adj

es ma'am, his locati

to the city, my eyes scanning the area of dry tre

, the warehouse looked l

d for the warehouse. I noticed foot

ated, pulling out my pi

vehicle. It looked exactly like my dad's, but I knew my fat

or, my heart's thud being the

n my throat, I walked into the warehouse. My

under a dim light, and I notice

a twin. But where was he when

n the man's face came into light

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