DEAL

Damien pov

I drew my gun, pointing it at every sound.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“You don't know me,” a voice replied.

The voice sounded familiar… like Anderson's.

“Who the hell are you? Anderson? Is that you?”

“I'm glad you came in…” the voice said, followed by a wicked laugh.

Who the hell is t...

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