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... Months of planning, running, sabotage, bloodshed it’s time to pull the curtains on this arc.

Raffaele has grown. He’s not the tentative, second-guessing baby chick he used to be. The hesitation in his eyes is gone. He’s sharper now, the softness replaced by the kind of steel that only betrayal and blood can forge. Maybe the best thing I ever did for him was stepping back.

Because the Castellano family? It’s a rotting institution of old men. Greedy, bloated, politically incestuou ...

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