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Book 3 in the Sins of the City series.
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My mother's blood paved the way for their perfect little fucking life.
They built their castle on the ruins of everything they stole from me, turned my suffering into the price of their goddamn happiness.
I was left in the dark, forgotten, like my pain was just some necessary sacrifice for their bliss.
But now, it's fucking payback.
They'll bleed for every stolen second, every shattered dream, every ounce of dignity they ripped from me. Their laughter will be drowned in their own screams, their city will choke on the blood I spill, and their world will burn under the weight of my wrath.
I am Titus fucking Minetti, king of the East Coast. And I don't just rise from the ashes. I fucking own them.
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