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Chapter 82 of MAFIAS PRINCESS is out now and it’s not one you want to miss!!!

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Chapter 14 of WHISPERS is out now!!
          
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          Silvio moved closer, the space between us shrinking to nothing. I could feel his presence—warm, solid, unwavering, and suffocating. His eyes, dark and unreadable, locked onto mine, and for a moment, I wasn't sure if I wanted to step back or hold my ground. The sharp scent of his cologne mixed with the lingering metal of the weapons between us, a reminder of who I was and the world I controlled.
          
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Chapter 13 of WHISPERS is out now!!!
          
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          "Why do you need an apartment in Salerno?" I interrupted him. It didn't fit into my head: Silvio didn't work with my brother for long, but he'd already bought himself an apartment in Salerno, on my territory. My question clearly puzzled him. I turned my gaze to my brother, praying that my guess would be wrong. 
          
          "I worked here with politicians for several years before starting a career in London," the man explained. 
          
          I nodded. He was clearly lying.
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Chapter 12 of WHISPERS out now!!
          
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          My entire business was a complex set of interconnected elements; although the failure of one department didn't reduce the functionality of the entire business to a critical minimum, the gradual deficiencies in each department, coupled with the unstable psychological environment for people who encountered blood and death every day, created a nuclear bomb for my life. 
          
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Chapter 10 of WHISPERS out now 
          
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          For the first time, his eyes were so close — they seemed so dark now, reminiscent of bitter chocolate — that they stared stubbornly into mine, trying to convey unknown information to me. 
          
          "Don't tell me what to do!" I said roughly, trying to pull my hands out of his grasp, but failing. I hated the commanding tone; it made me do impulsive things, which was a good way to manipulate me. The man tugged sharply at my arms, pulling me closer, but my angry glare, furrowed brow and flared nostrils continued to wage an invisible battle against his icy mystery.
          
          "Anger makes you stupid," he said stubbornly but distantly, "stupidity gets you killed."
          
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