Page 45 of Mafia Prince’s Secret Baby (New York Bratva)

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“We’re almost there,” Igor promises, a small smile tugging at his lips as he navigates the winding road alongside the ocean. The salt-tinged breeze drifts through the cracked windows, carrying the familiar promise of summer—the kind of summer you can taste in the air, full of sun-drenched days and warm, lingering evenings.