Kidnapped By A Rival Mafia
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ass tightened. The scent of expensive cologne and blood-t
... it'
narrowing at the unwelcome f
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rson he wan
nst the frame like he owned the place. His smirk was as sh
ook. Nikolai never appeared without a r
uch. Her sharp gaze flickered betwee
tor ordered his men, not s
ned. "Vict
ow
e arms. She fought against them,
, you b
dragged her toward the stairway. S
oice lingered, cutting d
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,
ed. "That wa
vanished. "The
es tensed. "Ca
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
jaw locke
, 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
He'd ignored his cousin for too long, dismissing h
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