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“s**t. If I were there, I would have put a bullet in that vampire's head.” Lorenzo hissed as I recounted word for word the events of the dinner that lead to Ciro’s appearance. Neither of us liked Sullivan. I doubt there was anyone in the word asides from Ciro who actually liked that bastard. I’ve met messed up people before, but Sullivan? He takes the f*****g crown of messed up. “Knowing that b***h, he’s probably up to no good.” “And let’s not forget his involvement with Ciro.” Stefano was now sitting on the plush leather couch across me, while Lorenzo poured himself a drink. “But the question is what are his motives?” his brows creased together as he tapped his chin, peering into the screen of his laptop that was on the coffee table. “He prolly wants all that fortune Ciro’s got under
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