In the rain-slicked streets of a city that had long forgotten the difference between sin and survival, three figures moved toward a collision that would decide the fate of every soul in it.
“And you’re a cop who let a monster manipulate her for years,” Vico shot back. “We’re both damned. But those people on the list? They’re just names on paper. They didn’t choose this.” gangster the cop the devil
He nodded. “I know.”
“You were supposed to kill each other an hour ago,” he said. “Instead, you’re talking. How dreadfully human.” In the rain-slicked streets of a city that
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