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front of it.
The message was clear.
Le Petit Bijou was no longer a restaurant.
It was Salvatore territory.
“I didn’t take your watch,” Josie said.
Her voice was steady.
Too steady.
Dominic stepped closer, smelling of whiskey and expensive cologne.
“Empty your pockets.”
“I said I didn’t take it.”
“If I have to reach into that apron myself, I’m going to break continue reading …
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