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Chapter 15

XANDER POV

Sitting in a $500 grand penthouse on the 18th floor in the heart of Chicago, I circled the rim of the glass that contained the brandy I have been drinking for the past two hours while lost in the deep conversa- cancel that, while lost in deep negotiations.

“My father used to ship the merch to Brazil, Cuba, Puerto Rico, and Peru. There are pharmaceutical labs in each country which makes it easy to do ‘business' without getting…” the man sitting across me informed while his eyes continued roaming around at the heavily armed guys that were minding their own business, patrolling in his expensive penthouse. I wonder if they didn’t ache by now.

“So you’re just going to walk away from all of that? The money, your father’s legacy?” I leaned forward causing him to yelp and nearly jump out of his skin, then stifled laughter because he’s been doing that every time I breathed, which was every damn second. By the time we left here, he would be so damn sore. Leaning forward, I made sure
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