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... nder or crackle with lightning, it came quietly, disguised as a whisper that sliced deeper than any scream.
Luca stood in the center of the war room, palms flat on the mahogany table, eyes fixed on the maps and dossiers spread across it. His men circled around him in tense silence. Every one of them could feel the change in the air, something had gone horribly wrong.
"Two trucks rerouted. One convoy hit. And the shipment from Naples?" Marco reported grimly. "Intercepted. No survi ...
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