CHAPTER EIGHT

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DOMINIC'S POV Fighting my fury, I hopped out of my car with my gun in my hand towards my currently burning warehouse. It was apparently lit up by an unknown flame, and my men were currently running around like headless chickens trying to put out the flames. The smell of burning wood pierced the air and hung thickly, filling my nose and mirroring my fury. I looked at the mass field that used to be one of my largest warehouses as it burned to ash, my goods worth millions burning to a crisp in the warehouse. I turned to one of my men and asked in anger "How did this happen? I want answers and I want it fast." he looked at me like a fish out of water, gaping and gasping like an asthmatic man "We-we We-we-we have no idea, Don, the fires suddenly started and we have not found the source ye

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