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Meeting The Syndicate

Author: Pretty Betty
last update publish date: 2026-05-02 19:07:45

Chapter 10: Meeting the Syndicate

The encrypted message sat on the phone like a death sentence.

Change of plans. Private meeting with both of you tomorrow night. The syndicate wants to discuss the next phase. Bring Lachlan. No excuses.

Callan read it over my shoulder, his body going rigid behind me. The link between us spiked hard, his anger and protectiveness crashing into my own fear until my chest felt too tight to breathe.

“Tomorrow night,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “They’re done
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