Kidnapped By A Rival Mafia

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e arms. She fought against them,

, you b

dragged her toward the stairway. S

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hem, sealing them in silenc

in why the hell you're here,"

g into the dimly lit room

jaw. "And you're sti

rked. "A ne

he door to his private office. If they were going to have th

ut hesitation, shuttin

ty lights. The scent of whiskey and leather filled the

e edge of his desk,

lves, his movements slow, deliberate

rowed his

d, turning to face him,

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vanished. "The

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sco will crumble under the weight of his daughter's screams?" He stepped forward, voic

linch. "I can c

cold, humorless

his patience thinning.

his time. Calculated. "You think y

r sti

s another player in this game. One that

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, studying him. Then,

tian V

inside Vict

co

left by his father's murder. The man who had w

r had never f

sely. "You didn't think he'd sit back and

ngers curle

ld have

petty schemes," Victor said flatly.

yet, Sebastian seem

sharpened. "Wh

he truth? Or do you want to keep playing your little

t speak, his

ast

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no

d Sebastian h

thrown himself int

. "I suggest you figure out where you stand,

eaving Victor standing in the dim offi

as still fighting

, Victor realized he might not be the o

ttle hadn't