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Chapter 85

Author: Adaririchichi
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RAFFAEL

The tires screeched as I took another sharp turn, narrowly avoiding the edge of the median. The engine roared beneath me, and the speedometer needle kept climbing, but I couldn’t bring myself to slow down. It wasn’t just about getting there fast—it was about outrunning the thoughts swirling in my head, the questions that had no answers. Chloe. Dead. Stuffed in a bag like garbage.

Who could have done something like this? My grip on the steering wheel tightened, my knuckles white as rage simmered just below the surface. Was it a customer? Maybe someone got too aggressive and things went too far. Or a competitor trying to send a warning? That seemed more likely, but why Chloe? She wasn’t involved in anything beyond her shifts at the club. She wasn’t connected to my deeper dealings, and she sure as hell wasn’t a threat to anyone.

I grit my teeth, my jaw tight as I pushed the car harder. Or maybe it was a rival gang. An intimidation tactic. A sick reminder that no one in my worl
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