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CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
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2024-10-29 19:42:56ALEXEI
I got a tip that Carlos, the spy sent to infiltrate our ranks, was holed up in one of our famous clubs. The audacity of choosing such a familiar place thinking we wouldn't find him there amused me. With Yaz, Ivan, and Viktor by my side, we took our positions in the higher-class section, observing the crowd below.
"Any sign of him, Yaz?" I inquired, impatience evident in my voice as Yaz typed away at something only he understood.
"Not yet, Alexei. Just be patient. He'll make a slip, and we'll catch him," Yaz assured me, his eyes focused on the task at hand.
"I'm done being patient. It's time to spill some blood," I declared, the thirst for retribution pulsating through my veins.
"You're a sadist," Yaz remarked, a glint of amusement in his eyes.
"Don't act like you don't enjoy the game," I retorted, smirking at the shared understanding between us.
As Yaz continued his work, I noticed Viktor pacing r
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