EPISODE 50
Adriano sat in the private sitting area, hands clasped, posture measured, eyes steady but heavy with years of guilt and unsaid words. There was no bravado, only the quiet intensity of a man who had seen his own demons and survived. Jax entered the room and took a seat opposite him, expression unreadable, voice calm but loaded with unspoken weight. You said you know who’s behind the attacks. Speak,” Jax said, tone even yet edged with quiet authority, and his eyes lingered just a fraction too long on Adriano’s face. Adriano didn’t flinch, though the faintest clench of his jaw betrayed the weight of years spent watching, waiting. “It’s not one person. Layers, Jax. Families you trust, allies you never doubted. People hiding behind masks of loyalty, waiting for the perfect moment.” His hands
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