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21.
*** Aiden had always known that Luke would get on his nerves, one way or another. But he was not expecting to get pissed off in the very first minute of their meeting. Luke had led them into a dark room, with a long, rectangular table in the middle and about two dozen chairs all around. The curtains were a muted shade of green, and there was a large framed painting above the fireplace, depicting a white wolf standing over a pile of corpses, its muzzle covered in blood. ‘Typical’, Aiden thought as he sat across from him and tried to look like he wasn’t bothered by the painting which hung directly about Luke. It was a disgusting sight, a clear indication of his fascist roots which Aiden knew about well enough. “Shall we begin?” Luke announced when Aiden and his men sat down. Luke’s ow
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