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Behind me the door opened, the click-clack of high heels hitting the concrete floor echoing throughout the room. “Fuck,” Rayna choked, her eyes widening in fear. Liquid splattered on the ground between her legs, the stench of urine reaching my nose, and I laughed. Yeah, my sister had that effect on people. I turned, a smile spreading across my face as Illayana walked in.
Bratva Prince (Bratva, #2)
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