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“My point is that I don’t think either of those comments were random. I think whatever he wants from Dimitri has repercussions that could potentially affect a lot of people.”
“If you had to guess, any idea what that would be?”
I look at Naz, then back at Connor. “Most likely . . . weapons.”
Naz tightens his fingers on my hand. Connor sits back in his chair and folds his arms over his chest. They both stare at me, waiting.
I close my eyes, recalling several different meetings I was present for that Dimitri had with a variety of evil-looking men. They’d come to the mansion dressed in expensive suits or military uniforms, accompanied by an entourage of bodyguards and assistants, and drink whiskey and smoke fine cigars while young girls naked except for gags and leashed collars
