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Chapter 25

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last update Last Updated: 2024-07-03 02:33:44

The adrenaline running through my veins felt to good to be true. I couldn’t believe I’d actually pulled it off.

I had planned a heist and executed it without a single hitch. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself, a mixture of relief and disbelief. “Who would have thought?” I whispered. “All that time under Marco must have toughened me up.”

I ducked into an alley, my heart still racing. My mind was buzzing with a million thoughts. I had to be careful now, more than ever. I needed to stay off Marco’s radar.

“The last thing I want is to get caught and dragged back to that prison after all of this” I gritted.

The first thought that crossed my mind was to call Nicole. She’d know what to do. She’d help me figure out the next steps. But then I stopped myself. Marco might find a way to trace the call and maybe even harm her too, he's that heartless. He had eyes and ears everywhere. I couldn’t risk it.

Suddenly my thoughts drifted to my father. A wave of panic washed over me. Would Marco hurt
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