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Faust

Nesto gave Marco a worried look before looking at me in the rearview mirror. —But, Don Ravazzani...

“Here,” I repeated in a sharp tone, one that my men knew was an order. I appreciated his caution, but we were well guarded and the obstetrician was just a few doors down. There was no reason why I couldn't treat my wife to ice cream now.

Nesto slowed the car, guiding us to the curb, then stopped. Francesca peered over my shoulder. - What is happening? Why are we stopping here?

I opened the door and left. The car behind us also stopped, and my men were running to the sidewalk to offer protection. Marco was there beside me, his sharp gaze scanning the street, his body tense and ready.

I could hear his phone ringing, but he ignored it.

- Anything? — I asked him.

— No, but let's make it quick.

I reached my hand out to Francesca and her fingers found mine. — Come on, come on. — I helped her out of the big car. — I want to feed her. Let's get you some ice cream—

— You're buying me ice c
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