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ALINA
Luca was angry.
Not the kind of controlled, quiet frustration he usually carried.
This was different. It was deadly, barely contained. A coil wound too tight, waiting to snap.
He turned to me, jaw locked. "Is it the guns?"
I didn't answer right away because, truthfully, I didn't know.
Mikhail hadn't opened the shipment yet. I'd told h
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