Page 92 of Veil of Vengeance

“Maybe because you don’t want to be engaged to her. Listen here, you piece of shit. If you think that nobody knows about your little girlfriend, what was her name? Sof-”

He cuts me off, growling, “Don’t you fucking dare say her name, or I’ll tear your fucking throat out, you dumb fuck. I fucking told you that if you bring Valentina up in this fucking call that I’d shoot you myself.”

I scoff as I tap my hand against my desk. “I wouldn’t be using this tone if I were in your position. After all, a sniper is positioned right outside your little girlfriend’s bedroom window. She’s sleeping so she won’t feel it.”

There’s no sound but his breathing on the other end of the phone.

“I’ll fucking kill all of you fuckers if a hair on her head is missing,” he threatens.

I chuckle before saying, “Then you agree to set up something for me to get Valentina out?”

“Fuck you,” he says before ending the call.

I’ll take that as a yes.

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