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The silence in the Moretti dining room shattered instantly. Rocco's words hung in the heavy air like a loaded weapon. / Chapter 3 / 37

Chapter 3 - The Consigliere’s Confession!

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Time didn't slow down—it accelerated. Years of muscle memory, drilled into me through grueling pre-dawn PT sessions at Parris Island and relentless hand-to-hand combat modules at Quantico, took the wheel. My conscious mind stepped back, a cold, calculating observer watching a machine do what it was built to do.

Time didn't slow down—it accelerated. Years of muscle memory, drilled in...

The voice boomed through the high-ceilinged foyer, bouncing off the marble pillars like a physical blow. Down in the guest room, the air felt dense, smelling faintly of old paper, iron, and the sudden, electric snap of adrenaline.

The voice boomed through the high-ceilinged foyer, bouncing off the marb...

The private elevator of the Mercer Center for World Heritage did not ascend into the glittering corporate offices or the sunlit galleries where tourists gawked at imported antiquity. Instead, with a heavy, pneumatic sigh, it plummeted downward.

The private elevator of the Mercer Center for World Heritage did not asc...

Chapter 1 - The Descent into the Sub-Sub-BasementThe private elevator of the Mercer Center for World Heritage did not ascend into...

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