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f the meat locker. It was Dionicio. Demetrius's Chief Enforcer moved with the silent, lethal grace of a

t, Dionicio tossed the m

ess of purple bruises and dried blood, but the pathe

rozen carcasses hanging behind her. My grandmother, Carmelita, swayed o

the trembling Bolton family members before finally settling on me. The possessive weight of

his voice a low, gravelly rumble tha

ffice was a sprawling monument to absolute power. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the glittering, indif

At his silent, subtle gesture, Dionicio forced my father, my grandmother, and Hailey to th

om a nearby liquor cart and dumped the

The moment his blurry gaze landed on the Don

is knees, bowing his head to the floor. "I didn't know she was yours, Don Maddox!

rom my family. Hailey's fa

didn't know I possessed, I stepped forward. The military-grade aphro

Foy?" I asked, my voice eerily calm a

are look up. "To ruin you. To make sure everyone s

ep closer, forcing Hailey to hear every word

military-grade. Said it would make you beg for it so it wouldn't look like a struggle.

y on the floor, her manicured nails scraping against the marble as she trembled. She had bee

ulating gaze was fixed on Foy, and I knew exactly what the Don was thinking. A bottom-feeding associate like Foy couldn't source military-grade chemicals, and Hailey ce

's unspoken judgment pressed down on the room until the sheer terror of