CHAPTER 53 : WHAT'S SO URGENT, FRANCESCA ?

ENZO POV

The room smelled of old leather and lingering smoke, a perfect setting for troubled thoughts. I sat with my elbows resting on my knees, eyes fixed on the polished floor beneath me. Across , Franco nursed a short glass of whiskey, his eyes flicking towards me, waiting. The silence b...

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