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Chapter 12 - A Tense Dinner Discussing Syndicate Wars And Betrayal

An hour later, I sat at the edge of a massive mahogany dining table across from Dante Vance. Plates of steaming Italian pasta sat untouched between us while the tension in the room crackled like static electricity before a storm.

"My enemies have been circling like wolves since Elena died," Dante explained, swirling red wine in his crystal glass. "If you are who they think you are—or if you are a weapon sent to destroy me—you won't leave this house alive."

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