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Chapter 15
Royce glanced at Rurik. The man was flexing his hands and curled them into fists, a growl barely audible. Dimitri's words sank in, and Royce felt his stomach heave. His blood began to boil. "You mean human trafficking." Dimitri slipped his hands into his pockets. "Yes. He's one of the biggest traders in the flesh markets." If there was one thing in the world that could change Royce's mind about killing a man in cold blood, it was s*x trafficking. The monsters who did that to women, who stole their freedom, their bodies, their livesit was a fate worse than death. It was hell. Royce stared down at the vial of ricin in his hands, and made his decision. "Then he's a dead man," Royce said. He wasn't going to let someone like Vadym continue breathing if he had a say in the matter. It wouldn'
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