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Sicilian Estate – Private Indoor Shooting Range – Dusk The deep, echoing bang of a fired round sliced through the silence. Gio, dressed in dark Henley and leather gloves, lowered his pistol, eyes still fixed on the target in front of him. Bullseye — but barely satisfying. His cousin Luca, ever the informant of all things whispered and dangerous, leaned against the brick wall behind him, arms crossed, and a smug expression plastered on his face. “You might want to aim higher, Gio,” Luca said casually. “Because the Morettis already have their eyes on your prize.” Gio stiffened. “What the hell are you talking about?” Luca pulled a folded paper from his jacket and held it up. “An invite. Sent with the Moretti seal. Not to Fiona — not even to you — but straight to Mr. Salvatore’s desk
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