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She shakes her head, annoyed with me. “This isn’t a street thug we’re talking about. Vincent Moreno is a psychopath with hyperactive paranoia and a genius-level IQ. He’s filthy rich, vastly powerful, and extremely connected. Everyone who’s anyone in the crime world owes him favors. He’s a god among bastard kings.” Her voice grows softer. “And he owns me.” I growl, “Not for long!” She shakes her head again. “You don’t understand what I’m saying.” “Then make it fuckin’ clearer!” After a frigid beat, she says, “Number one: use that tone with me again and you’ll be missing a cherished body part. I won’t make it painless. Number two: I’m Capo’s favored pet. I can go places you can’t. Whatever your plan to get to him is, it has to include me.” This entire conversation has veered off into u
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