And right as I lock eyes with Jane—Tony motherfucking Ramella cuts into my path. I glower. Wanting to choke him with his lifeguard whistle. He looks just as murderous. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Moretti?” “I’m holding your bloodied client and you’re asking me that? You shouldn’t have even let Xander swing—” “He wanted to fight,” Tony sneers,
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