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CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

Autor: Author J
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Avery’s POV

When I came downstairs, Rafa was already awake. The clock on the wall said it wasn’t even eight yet, but he was already dressed. His sleeves were rolled up, and he was talking on the phone.

“Tell him if the shipment doesn’t move tonight, I’ll end the deal myself,” he said into the phone. “Understood?… good.” He ended the call and tossed the phone onto the desk, muttering words in Italian under his breath.

I stood by the door, waiting until he finally noticed me.

“Good morning.”

He gave me a tired look. “It's barely eight, Avery.”

“Still morning,” I said, leaning against the door frame.

Rafa exhaled and leaned back in his chair. “I have a small shipment I want you to handle later.”

That caught me off guard. “Handle it? As in …”

“As in, go there. Kane will go with you; make sure the deal goes smoothly.” He flipped open a folder and slid it across the desk. “It’s a simple exchange, no need for weapons or drama.”

“You know with me it's never simple,” I said, crossing my arms.
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