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For a long second, the room seemed to shrink around him.
The gentle hum of the heater behind him faded into the background as rage surged cold and sharp through his veins.
His jaw tightened, and his eyes darkened.
’Damn it. Natalie Martinez.’
His fingers curled around the phone until the edges dug into his palm.
’How dare you hire an assassin to kill my wife? Are you really tired of living?’
The fury threatened to tear out of him, b ...
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