Chapter 328
- GUSTAVO
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- The basement air was thick with the scent of damp concrete and old blood. I stood at the top of the stairs, one hand resting on the cold iron railing, listening to the muffled sounds rising from below. Cassio’s voice—hoarse, broken—echoed faintly as my men worked him over. Not enough to kill him. Just enough to remind him that mercy was a luxury he had already spent.