Chapter 33: A Kingdom in Cracks

Giancarlo Scarpelli’s fists slammed onto his mahogany desk, rattling the crystal decanter and scattering a pile of reports. His face was red, and his voice carried like thunder through the study.

“She escaped?” he roared.

The soldier kneeling before him trembled. “Sì, Don Scarpelli… We had her corne...

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