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John’s movement was precise and skilled. His golf club struck the back of Heston’s knee, sending him to the floor with a cry of pain. John seemed relaxed, as if he were directing a play where he already knew the ending.

“Chiara, go to the bedroom, love. Please?” His tone was sweet, contrasting with his actions. Chiara obeyed without hesitation, but didn’t bother locking the door, knowing that as long as John was there, she had not