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LUCA
I sat in my office, fingers around the heavy glass of my tumbler. The whiskey burned down my throat, but it didn't do much to calm me.
The latest shipment of guns was late. I hated delays.
These weren't just any guns. The businesses who ordered from me paid top price because they knew I only dealt with the best.
No second-rate stock, no ex
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