Chapter 25: Dangerous Games (Nico Valenti POV)

I’m crouched behind a pile of fish crates at slip 17, the pier’s rotten wood creaking under my boots, the air thick with salt and diesel. My gun’s heavy in my hand, and my thumb’s grinding my cross keychain, the metal warm from my grip. Luca’s ahead, his hood up, weaving through stacks of lobster...

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