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Rin wiped his hands off on a towel and exited the cell and grimaced at Marcello. “What kind of fool believes he can come into my house, my house,” he repeated angrily, “and try to steal from me using the little devices in his pockets.”
“He’s not going to use those little devices anymore,” Marcello said smugly.
They both looked up as one of their security agents came down the stairs in a rush.
“Now what?”
“It’s Miss Smith, sir,” Eddie said scraping his finger over his forehead. “She got upset when Tiny tried to take her out of the lounge and away from Regal.”
“Did she now?” Rin exchanged an annoyed look with Marcello. “Let me guess. She threw a fit, stomped her feet, and demanded you leave her alone?”
“Um, well no.” Eddie appeared embarrassed. “She said she was going to leave and was going to call her security to come
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