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ISABELLA

Damien leaned back in his seat, swirling his whiskey in slow circles, that same lazy smirk stretched across his face. He looked completely unbothered, like none of this—none of the work we’d put in, none of the risks—was anything more than some casual game to him. His fingers tapped against the side of his glass, his head tilting as he watched me with a mix of amusement and mild curiosity.

“What could possibly be wrong, huh?” He raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “As far as I’m concerned, our plans to take down Marco have been nothing short of impeccable.” He took a slow sip, savoring the whiskey like he had all the time in the world. “We haven’t even had to do much, and the De Luca family is already struggling. They’re crumbling from the inside out, Isa. You should be thrilled.”

I stared at him, my fingers twitching on the table. He had no idea.

“You really should take a chill pill for once.” He exhaled, shaking his head as if I were the one being unreasonab
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