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girl from the restaurant. Alive. He wants to finish what his father started.”
Elena’s stomach turned.
Five million dollars.
Alive.
Alessandro slammed both hands onto the desk.
“Let Lorenzo Greco try,” he snarled. “Let him send assassins. Let him send his army. We will paint the Hudson red before they lay a finger on my cousin.”
He came around the desk and continue reading …
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