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CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE
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2024-10-29 19:42:56VINCENZO
I step into the casino, the clatter of chips and laughter from the gamblers filling the air. The flashing lights and the lingering scent of cigars and whiskey set the stage for this high-stakes battleground. Sinclair, the idiot who thought he could betray me to the law, is on my radar. My schedule is packed, my responsibilities vast, but I can't let treachery go unchecked.
The law's pursuit doesn't concern me much. After all, they won't unearth anything significant. My tracks are meticulously covered, my secrets well-guarded. I've always managed to keep my dealings discreet, but their recent interest has forced me into a more reactive stance.
“He is inside.” Matteo said.
“Be careful.” I told him. He nodded and walked away while looking around him.
I caution him to be vigilant, not underestimating the threats that may lie ahead. The ambush is still fresh in my memory, a stark reminder of the risks I
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