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CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE

ผู้เขียน: Iris Brown
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Emilio’s POV

I tugged the ski mask over my face, wincing as the bruise hurt me. “Who do you think it is?”

“Shit, I don't know. We need to leave here soon though,” Achilles shrugged.

The three of us stepped outside. My gun was firm around my waist, and I had a dozen knives strapped to my body.

“Gentlemen,” Agent Brody raised a megaphone high, his sunglasses reflecting into my eyes. “Please vacate the premises.”

I can feel my brothers stewing next to me. The feds were here, at our door. “No.”

“This building is being seized by the federal government,” that was useful information. Was the government involved in the blast too? “Please leave peacefully.”

Achilles grinned. “Go get it.”

I smirked, walking away to the garage. I had always wanted to play with my new toy, but Achilles refused vehemently. Something had unlocked in my brother, driving him crazy and I was going to welcome and fester that demon in him.

The bazooka was heavy as I hauled it on my shoulder. “He's got a fucking bazooka,
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