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Chapter 31: r**e Club M A R C O I FOLLOW ALESSANDRO, to a room in the back of the house. All the men are there, all looking very pale for people who come from the Mediterranean and Cuba. "Wh—" Alessandro shushes me, motioning me to listen. "Are you kidding?" "I kid you not." My brow furrows. Why are we listening to our women gossip. "So how did you track him down?" That was... Tasha I think. "I went hunting. He never leaves his comfort zone, west side where little girls stray too often." "Uncle let you use his plane? He never lets me use it!" "Well now, Tasha, Uncle doesn't have to everything. Getting into Cuba was hard enough with Uncle sniffing around." She went to Cuba? "True, hermana, true. So all that blood was his?" "And a few of his friends. I needed a stress relief. B
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