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"Alright, fine. I'll bite. I won't go after him...yet. But the minute we confirm his involvement, he's mine to torment. Are we clear?"
Each of my brothers nodded, neither one of them refuting my declaration. They knew why it had to be this way. I deserved my revenge and so much more on the man who had played me for a f*****g fool.
"I'll agree that there are some loopholes in this whole thing. Like the mercenaries...how did they know that you were planning to save me? They weren't working for Aleksandr and they were certainly not working for the Famiglia so who were they? And how did Jonathan May get into contact with them? He was working as an Engineeer...allegedly..."
Thoughts of the man who had dubbed himself as my surrogate father begun to circulate within me, sickening me more
