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“two weeks ago, three highly trained mercenaries breached my home.”
“A tragedy,” Kevin interrupted, putting on false sympathy. “But we have no knowledge of who sent them, Mrs. Castiglione. The streets are dangerous.”
“The streets are predictable, Kevin,” Briana said sharply. “Just like your offshore routing protocols.”
She snapped her fingers.
Pauly stepped continue reading …
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