"Don’t you dare hurt him!" My voice echoed through the cavernous room, my gun still aimed at The Broker. Mateo clung to my leg, trembling, as Finlay slowly raised his hands in surrender.
A chill smile curled the Broker's lips. "Ah, Luciana. Always so dramatic." The menace in his gaze didn't waver, but he lowered his weapon an inch or so. "Why is it every time we meet, you insist on making things difficult?"
"Let him go," I said through gritted teeth, inching forward. My finger twitched on the trigger, but I knew shooting him wasn't an option-not yet.
"I'll consider it," he said smoothly, "after we have a little chat."
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"I don't have time for your games," I snapped, though my heart was pounding.
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"Oh, but you do." He gestured to one of his guards, who handed him a sleek tablet. Wit
