Another plot, another day, Mattheo said with a dry smirk, slamming the book shut as the others gathered around him. Careful, mate, he added, his voice dripping with feigned concern, looks like the ink hasnt even dried on our last scheme. The familiar scent of trouble hung in the air as the gang exchanged knowing glances—these boys were always in the thick of it, and they wouldnt have it any other way.
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