Chapter Thirty-Four
Author: Jackie Roux
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Chapter Thirty-Four: The Forward

POV: Alex

The morning after the press conference was quiet in the way that precedes something rather than follows it.

I knew better than to put my trust in the silence. Marcus Vane hadn't used middlemen for eleven months in order to send a single text message and retreat. He and other men tested walls, found the weak spots, and came back with something heavier. Instead of being a conclusion, the text had been a message.

Before I could finish my second cup of cof
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