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Chapter 11 The Dinner Trap
Leora didn't understand why her pulse thrummed with unease. It wasn't the dress, it was tailored perfection in deep emerald velvet. It wasn't the jewelry, white gold, gleaming like frost. It wasn't even the crimson lipstick Rosetta insisted she wear.
It was the setting: a formal dinner with the heads of the five allied Mafia families.
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