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2025-01-24 12:00:00{EDMONDO’S POV}
**The room smells like sweat and dust. And when I step in, I don’t know what pisses me off more: the gun on the table or the fact that Cara’s here at all.“Giovanni,” I say, my voice sharp and heavy, like the crack of a whip.He doesn’t flinch. Of course, he doesn’t. He’s too used to my tone, too sure of himself to care. But I see it; the slight tick in his jaw, the faint flicker in his eyes as he slowly turns to face me.“Mondo,” he replies, calm and collected.Cara is frozen between us. Her hand hovers over the gun like a kid caught stealing candy. She doesn’t dare look at me. But I can feel her tension radiating across the room.I step closer, my boots grinding against the floor. “What the fuck is this?”Giovanni shrugs, leaning lazily against the table. “A little test.”“A test,” I repeat, my tone low and deadly. “For what?”“To see if she’s as loyal as you think she i
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