The Devil in a suit
A brutal uppercut that sent Sergei to the floor, his lip split open.
— Next time, I kill you.
Sergei spat blood, nodding.
— Yes, boss.
Cameron hauled him up by the collar, slammed him against the wall.
— You think I'm joking? You think I tolerate mistakes?
Another blow, to the stomach this time. Sergei doubled over. Violence was his language. His power. He knew nothing else. It was what had made him rise, what had kept him alive. Not sweet words. Not stolen kisses in the rain.
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