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are a Moretti.”
The St. Regis was crystal chandeliers, marble floors, and old New York elegance.
That night, it was a tomb.
Dante took the service alley, stopped at the loading dock, and led Elena past terrified kitchen staff. In the service elevator, he loaded a fresh magazine.
“When the doors open, stay low. Sal will have personal guards inside. Greco’s continue reading …
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