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“I don’t know about this.”

“This is how we do things here, Willow.”

I groan. “Jesus. ‘The fucking Bratva way.’ I don’t know how you can live with this constant weight on your chest. God knows I’m sick of it. No wonder you murdered the punching bag.”

He smiles. “I was seeing Belov’s face every tim...

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