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Chapter 67.
Grim POV. I clutch my hair and scream before kicking the chair across the room. My phone has been ringing off the hook for the past few hours. There gone. All my warehouses are gone. I listen to the news anchor as he is confirming each place that has been hit. They are calling it a calculated attack between gangs. Well no s**t, sherlock. I throw the remote control at the screen and the screen cracks. Who did this? Who would be crazy enough to go after me? “Pres, I know this is a bad time. But you need to hear this.” I look at Terror and he is not looking happy. Well, why would he? “What is it? Can’t you see we are in the middle of a f*****g crisis right now? It better be important.” I say before I stalk towards him while trying to compose myself. He looks worried. “Well, spit it ou
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