Chapter 25 TWENTY FIVE

SERGEI MOROZOV’S POV

“Words,” I commanded the trembling man before me.

“W–w–we—”

“We–we–we?” I arched a brow, my patience thinning. “Try again and correctly this time. You're not supposed to be here, Rus. I want to punch your fucking face in for coming here. What the fuck is wrong with you? I mad...

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