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he cried.
For the first time since Isabella’s funeral, tears ran down Dominic Russo’s face.
When the pain became too much, it turned into the only language he had used for years.
Rage.
He called Marco Benedetti, his right hand.
“Find me someone,” Dominic said. “Anyone. I need to kill someone. I need to let this rage out.”
Silence filled the line.
Then Marco continue reading …
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