EPISODE 69
The private jet touched down at Corleone Nero just as dawn was breaking, painting the sky in bruised shades of purple and gold. Jax stepped off first, tall and imposing, though the slight slump in his shoulders betrayed the storm inside him. Draco followed silently, vigilant as ever, eyes scanning the tarmac and the nearby vehicles. A sleek black convoy waited at the edge of the runway, engines idling. Jax moved with purpose, the early light glinting off his tailored suit, his mind still haunted by the memory of Luciano—the kiss, the gentle pull, the absence that now ached deeper than any wound he’d ever known. He didn’t speak, didn’t glance around; every step toward the car was measured, calculated. Draco opened the rear door for him, bowing his head slightly. “Where to, boss?” Jax cli
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