Beneath the Fox's Claws: Sent To Kill My Father's Enemy
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y familiar. It's a carefully planned chaos, a gilded cage throbbing with the collective heartbeat
sations. Laughter, sharp and brittle like shattering glass, floats above the din, emphasized by the click of
tness of imported perfumes-Jasmine, Rose, the sharp tang of Oud,mingles with the robust notes of aged whiskey, the light citrus of gin, and the
al. The sapphire silk pocket square is the only color, a deliberate counterpoint to the darkness in my eyes. A glass of amber liquid
me has
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wise. How can a fool have
to the slightest discord. Even if my body is still healing, it vibrates with a tense readiness, a predatory
y mind, a mantra fueled by two weeks
he discreet comms device. "Boss, as per your request, two fe
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ti and
have sons, no wives. So who ar
girl? Is it a dau
ssociates, looking for any that match the lithe, athletic frame I remembered from the club. The shadow,
to the w
, bo
n't fake. Nothing. But no specific build registers, no face pulls at the corner of my memory. The initial surge of a
Or did she simply not show? The though
uch my lips as I exchange a few words with the aging patriarch o
r, my voice smooth as aged whiskey. "Perha
ent is more than what's here alre
maraderie and barely concealed envy. They believe they know the limits of my pow
greet the guests who have truly given thi
, where a cluster of figures draws the eye like a magnetic pole. A new current of murmurs ripples through the ro
okyo, his tattoos heavily visible beneath the cuffs of his impeccabl
, men whose presence alone could chill the blood. They offer a rare, predatory grin, a silent acknowledgmen
Noire from Paris, her gaze like chipped ice. And finally, the quiet power of Master Chen, the ancient,
olite, even as I feel the palpable shift in the atmosphere around me. The local Dons, the minor players, the am
stronger than ever.
tters. "These are the giants.The
muring
om his father's
see who h
ck, and he app
e fear sink in. They thought I was broken, crippled. They thought my empire was ripe for the takin
rms into a twisted badge of honor. I survived. And not only did I s
should show carefully. Because the very fact of their presence here
iguel Ramirez of the Dominican Republic-representing the American weapon syndicate, whom
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