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CHAPTER THIRTY SIX

Author: Wren Gray
last update publish date: 2026-03-31 11:12:47

“HE WOULD SET THE WORLD AROUND HIM ON FIRE, BUT WOULD NEVER LET A FLAME TOUCH HER.”

DANTE.

I lean back in my chair. "How's Moscow treating you?"

"Cold as always. But I hear you have warmer problems in Colombia."

"News travels fast."

"When the Bratva makes moves against Dante Valentino, everyone pays attention." His voice is amused. "You need my services, I assume?"

"I do. The Russians are moving on my territory. I need to know why. I need to know who's giving the orders. And I need to know if
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