UNKNOWN POV“Speak!” I snapped, trying to keep my irritation subtle, though the edge in my voice betrayed me. The stale air in the dimly lit room felt thicker than usual, heavy with the scent of expensive cigars and unspoken threats.“Watch your tongue,” Samson Deluca growled, his irritation mirroring mine but laced with that signature arrogance of his. “And what will your imbecile ass do to me… Call your son?” I shot back, sarcasm dripping like venom. A fit of bitter laughter escaped me before I could stop it. “Your son is getting his dick sucked by the family of the target.”“Watch your tone, boys…” Her stern voice cut through the speaker like a blade, cold and commanding. “We aren’t here for silly banters.”“Ye… yes ma’am,” I stammered, my heart skipping a beat. I fell silent immediately, not wanting to risk another punishment like the last one—the kind that left scars you couldn’t show in public. I kept my mouth shut, eyes fixed on the polished table, my pulse hammering in my ear
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