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gar smoke, and something darker-power. The kind of powe
itting across from him weren't worth his time. The deal was supposed to be simple-Sinclair Enterprises was looking to expand, and
ated
meeting arranged by a mysterious "bus
like waiting. "If this mystery investor doesn'
guy in a cheap suit-cleared his throat. "Mr. Sinclair, I
e. Elijah hat
restaurant swung open. The air changed immediately. The hushed conversat
ho didn't belong in a place like this. No, he looked like he
ly hiding the sharp lines of a well-built body. Blond hair slicked back, sharp jaw
e steps, the kind of confidence that came from knowi
ressed. "I assume you're the
a moment. Then, he smirked-a dangerous, knowing express
the man drawled, voice deep an
be the jackass
had just signed his own death warrant. But
uth on you, Sincl
. Now, who the
leaned forward slightly, res
ally, as if his name wasn't en
e did when faced with the heir to the Moretti crime syndi
said flatl
The nervous man in the cheap suit cough
ever, looke
n't seem
wn, meeting Dante's gaze
ned, this time darke
'm not mo
whether to be amused or irritated. Then he leaned back, exu
you wanted," Dante said fi
his expression neutral. "Then why the
the man who thinks he can order the world
nny. I was thinking
e. A challen
head, eyes gleaming wit
oing to be
nd himself locked in a battle of wills w
er of them was

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