Vended to Don Damon
“You’ve got some other daughter I don’t know about? How about you introduce her to me?”
“No, no, Don Vyon. Forgive me,” he apologized, then his face twisted into a sea of agony.” But why do you ask about her? You see…she’s not home now, so—“
As he was still talking, I crossed to him in nanoseconds and grabbed him by the flannel shirt he had on, pulling him up to his feet and dragging him to my face. “Are you questioning me now, Kyle Volkov? Trust me, that would be such a bad idea, making an enemy of the Don. Now,” I pulled him up, closer to my ear, “Where is Alina?”
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