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After that, he started his own and returned to the business.
“Well said. He was a good man,” Belkov, the man sitting next to Zion, interjected.
Belkov was a bulky Italian with more muscle than he knew what to do with.
He looked as dangerous as he was, with scars and tattoos covering most of his skin.
At this point, I was the only one who looked out of place here. But I liked my odds.
“He was,” I replied with a fake smile.
“Shall we discuss business already? I don’t have all day,” Zion snapped, abandoning any pretense of politeness.
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