Dante's POVThe call with the Volkovs ended just after midnight, their voices laced with suspicion.“Rumors say you lost the shipment, Russo. That you don’t have the goods.”Rumors. In this world, rumors were the first scent of blood in the water, and once sharks smelled it, you either showed teeth or they tore you apart.In the middle of all these was Marco Powell.In the married suit, Marco lay on his side, the white sheets tangled around his legs, bare chest rising and falling with slow, steady breaths. Leaning against the doorway, my jaw tightened, Messy hair spread across the pillow. For a moment, temptation clawed, the urge to touch, to taste, to claim him. Restraint won. The door closed softly behind before that weakness could be indulged.“Rico,” I said into the comm clipped to my belt.“Yes, boss,” came his voice from the hall.“Car. Five minutes. Take me to the Dungeon.”“Yes, boss.”The ride didn’t take long. Rico pulled up to the front of an highend club, ‘BOUJI CLUB’, I
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