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Repercussions
The aftermath of Deyonjay Stone’s betrayal hung heavy in the air of Krissan Jarrett’s office. The sun streamed through the windows, casting a stark contrast to the darkness that had settled within her. She stood at the window, gazing out at the city below, her thoughts a turbulent whirlwind of anger and regret. Word of Deyonjay’s death would spread quickly through the underworld, leaving a void that others would inevitably seek to fill. Krissan knew she had made a powerful enemy in his loyalists, but she also understood that she could not afford to show weakness. Salvatore entered quietly, his expression grave. “Ms. Jarrett,” he began cautiously, “the men are… unsettled. They’re questioning what happened with Deyonjay.” Krissan turned to face him, her jaw set in determination. “Tell the
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