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Chapter VIII: Vendetta
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2020-12-08 16:28:58Serafina has been in an accident.
The words echoed in his skull as the chill outside felt like nothing compared to the ice traveling down his spine. His breath stuck in his throat as he lowered the phone from his ear, his eyes unable to focus on what was in front of him while his mind raced with all the thoughts. His thoughts about the extent of her injury, about his parents, and Salvatore, about Alessio and her kids, about Jayson, and the vendetta.
His heart thundered hard against his chest and his knees trembled at the words. Grasping the cold railing in front of him in an effort to try and remain standing, trying to clear his head so that he knows what he should do next.
He didn’t receive any orders, he had to take matters into his own hand.
The sound of the balcony doors sliding open behind him had him straight
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