I crashed my treacherous sister's luxury wedding wearing dirty medical bandages to prove I didn't die in the fire she used to steal my life.
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Chapter 96
Marco Rossi arrived at the Amalfi villa unannounced on a crisp Tuesday afternoon, docking his private yacht at the private pier. He walked up the stone steps carrying a bottle of rare vintage wine from his newly acquired Tuscan vineyard. He and Dominic sat on the terrace as the sun dipped toward the horizon. "I haven't held a firearm in three years, Dominic," Marco remarked, pouring two glasses. "And I've never slept better." Dominic raised his glass in silent, knowing agreement.
