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They were on the second floor when Elena heard a voice from the room at the end of the hall.
Cold.
Sharp.
A blade cutting through the air.
“Tell Santino if he doesn’t pay within 48 hours, he won’t need to pay anymore. Ever.”
Elena froze.
A man stepped out.
Tall. Broad-shouldered. Black suit tailored perfectly. Angular face. Square jaw. Eyes colder than anything continue reading …
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