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The Irish Consigliere's Secret (1)
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2025-02-03 12:00:29{LUIGI’S POV}
* * I, of course, know why the fuck I’m here. Massimo is across from me, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. And I feel the same. The air in this rundown tavern reeks of stale whiskey and sweat, and the dim lighting does little to hide the filth clinging to the wooden walls. My ribs ache like hell. My knuckles are busted from the last fight and the cigarette between my fingers burns slow. But none of that matters. What matters is the Irish Consigliere, Cormac Donnelly. “We’re working together now?” Massimo mutters, arms crossed. His eyes are dark with something close to resentment. He hasn’t touched his drink. I don’t blame him for that though. “You tell me,” I reply, my voice even. I take a drag of my cigarette, letting the smoke curl between us. “You’re the one who agreed to this.” He scoffs. “Old times’ sake,
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