CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
The sprawling estate was eerily quiet, the usual hum of activity replaced by an air of restrained fury. Xander paced his study, his hands clenched into fists as he processed the news of the ambush at the port. His most lucrative shipment had been seized, his men defeated, and Viktor was still missing. "How could this happen?" he snarled, slamming his fist against the polished mahogany desk. One of his remaining lieutenants stood nervously at attention. "Rafa’s crew caught us off guard, sir. We didn't anticipate their presence—" "That’s because you’re a fool," Xander snapped, his voice cutting like a blade. "Rafa’s not just some thug. He’s clever, and he’s desperate. Desperation makes a man dangerous." The lieutenant flinched but said nothing. Xander leaned back in his chair, his gaze
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