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... ed studio stretched, heavy and suffocating. Elias was still on the floor, catching his breath, his knuckles scraped raw from where he’d tried to throw a punch.
The collectors shifted, exchanging glances, clearly uncertain if they should stay or drag their boss out.
And Thomas—Thomas glared. His smirk faltered, but he forced it back, jaw tight, sweat beginning to shine on his forehead. "You think you can stand there and talk down to me? I own this street. I own companies that chew ...
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