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Chapter 71

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RUSLAN'S POV

The Irish clan was still quiet despite the fact that words had gone round that I had tightened the security of my perimeter.

In our world, silence wasn’t peace, it was a prelude to war. And when men like the Irish clan stopped barking, it meant they were getting ready for war.

The thought of it made my skin crawl. They might have gone to re-enforce their attacks which were going to be fatal.

Still, I kept my composure.

To others, nothing was wrong since I went about my duties, my dealings, my responsibilities like I always did without a hitch but underneath, I was on edge.

I was watching, listening and waiting for the Irish clan to attack. I wasn't going to relax and watch them swoon in on me when I least expect it.

Swirling around in the swivel chair in my home office, my eyes were shut as I hummed a familiar rhyme.

I was doing this to pass time.

There was a meeting at the Devil's Priesthood which was scheduled for noon. I had an hour left so I decided to spend it m
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