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CHAPTER SEVENTY

ETHAN POV

Nicolo’s earlier words about what they did to his grandmother tighten a noose around my throat, suffocating me with each gruesome detail. I stormed in front of Pakstan and grab him by the throat.

“How the fvck did you let them take her? Where the fvck were you?”

His guard moves to intervene, but Pakstan dismisses him with a wave. “Not that I have to fvcking answer to you. They wouldn’t have taken her if I were there. I was fighting one off, and when I turned around, they were carrying her and Aleksander into a van.”

“Aleksander was taken too?” Laye’s suspicious gaze shifted to Pharaoah and back to Pakstan. “Why would they take a guard?”

“Fvck if I know.” Pakstan brushes off the soldier fussing over his bleeding arm.

“In Pharaoah’s place,” Pharaoah pants, gripping the Albanian tightly. “They took Sasha into my place.”

Sasha? Ah, right. The Italians and their nicknames—how they associate Sasha with Aleksander is a mystery.

“It still doesn’t make sense why they
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