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95. YOUR KINKS

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last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-11 00:50:56

CAISEN VALENTINE'S POV

I leaned back in the leather chair, swirling the amber liquid in my glass while Liam's voice droned on.

The warehouse fires were still burning in the papers and on everyone's lips — but Liam's words cut through the smoke.

"Even though you lit him up good," he said, fixing his cuff and flashing that smug little smile of his, "most of his places are already being pulled under control again. If we wait too long, Edward's going to be back on his feet before we can hit again. And once he's standing—"

"He's harder to bring down," Grayson finished for him, his voice cool, sharp, and laced with quiet contempt.

The two of them sat across from each other like they were born enemies forced into the same room.

Grayson Pittman — always so calm, he scared the air out of a room without raising his voice. He rested his hands on the table, rings glinting under the light, his gaze fixed on Liam like he was deciding which artery to cut first.

And Liam Miller— the spoiled brat, my
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