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blood at his brow, one hand pressed to his ribs.
“Dom!”
I ran to him.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re not!”
“Meeting got complicated,” he said, trying and failing to smile. “Rival thought he could eliminate me. He was wrong.”
Julian appeared behind him, injured but steadier.
“Boss needs a doctor.”
“No.”
“I’ll clean you up,” I said.
This time, I did not ask.
I led Dominic continue reading …
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