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Getting Tracey Back

Author: Liy Lah
last update Last Updated: 2025-01-27 05:14:42

Damien’s P.O.V

Waking up at 5 a.m. with my body stiff from the restless night. I Sat up in bed, my eyes scanning every corner of the room for anything suspicious. Cameras. Bugs. Anything Diego might use to spy on me.

Deigo could not be trusted. Not after everything that has happened between us.

Certain there was none, I stood up the bed and moved into the bathroom.

The shower was lukewarm, barely doing anything to shake off the exhaustion I was feeling from everything. Last night was an awful one. Trying to stay alert, conscious of Deigo's not acting funny, had led to a restless night for me.

By the time I returned to the room, Marcus was already waiting for me. He stood stiffly by the door, his face blank, but I could see the tension in the way his hands rested at his sides.

“Boss,” he greeted, his voice steady as he gave me a small bow.

“Any information about the file?“ I asked, not wanting to ask the exact question bugging my mind.

If Tracey had been found.

“Nothing Boss, not even
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