ROMAN'S POV:“Welcome to the Adams family delivery company, Chief Brendan Smith.”Once inside my office, I saw Brendan Smith sit on the chair opposite mine. His facial expression did nothing to hide how disgusted he felt that he was inside my office and wasn't tearing it apart in the name of a search. Smiling at him brightly, I felt at that moment that there was no greater feeling in the entire world. I had outwitted a man who had attempted to revive the police force in Cleveland, a man whom the underworld feared greatly. He was now in my office, his search warrant in his pocket, unable to carry out his intended action. “What will you drink, chief? We have wine, champagne, whiskey, and gin. Just name it and my right hand man here, Paul, will deliver.”He glared at me, an irritated glare that spoke volumes. “I'm not here to drink, Roman. You know that.”I shrugged. “Neither am I, Chief. But before we move down to business, it's always preferable to break the ice, no? You're my gu
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