“You fucked up by walking away from me,” Stavros told him. The deceivingly soft words arched between the two of them, cutting out Toro who stood like a quiet sentry at the bottom of the stairs, and the bound man off to the side, bleeding out. Stavros pushed away from the wall and walked over slowly. So relaxed. Hands still in his pockets, gaze as hot as a cattle brand on Daniel’s face. “But I fucked up more,” he said when they stood chest to chest. “Letting you think distance between us was an option.” “Toro,” Daniel bit out. “Leave us.” He didn’t check to see if his nephew moved. Instead
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