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Dominic entered the empty storeroom that he’d had converted into a temporary holding cell for his other guest. Flynn sat on an overturned crate, chin resting in his palm as he gazed at the wall. The other hand was bound in an iron manacle that was secured to the wall. He had enough freedom to move about and climb into the hammock slung across the back part of the storeroom, but he couldn’t escape. Reese had the only set of keys, and he kept them in Dominic’s cabin two decks above.
“Flynn,” Dominic greeted quietly as he closed the door, sealing them alone inside the room. He kept his tone low, not wanting any of his crew to overhear them.
“Dom.” Nicholas slowly rose to his feet. “We have to talk.”
“We certainly do. I want to know where the hell this precious cargo is. My crew was not
