Dean stared at the blinking red light on Jared’s phone, his face turning an ugly shade of gray. The smug, untouchable CEO who had stood before me minutes ago was completely gone and In his place was a man watching his entire life catch fire in real time, unable to stop the flames. "You're bluffing," Dean whispered, though his voice lacked any real conviction. He looked at Logan, who was still casually holding up the camera, a mocking smile plastered across his face. "You wouldn't risk it, If my men open fire, you die too, Jared." "My men are wearing heavy tactical armor, Dean. Yours are wearing expensive leather jackets, do you really want to see how it plays out?," Jared replied, his voice terrifyingly calm. He didn't even look at the weapons still pointed at his chest as he added "And unlike you, my men actually know how to aim under pressure. Lower the guns. Now." For a second, nobody moved and then, the shift happened. One of the Giovanni mob enforcers the one with t
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