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7. Enemy's daughter

Maxim Vasiliev

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I automatically hated the girl. It did not matter that she had not done anything wrong to me. Her father had crossed me too many times. The stopping me from throwing a knife at his eye was the peace treaty my father had with them.

They were the head of the American mafia and in order for us to continue doing business in their country, we had to be nice to them.

Edward Clarke often took advantage of that.

Wait, did her father even know she was here?

I turned around to face her again. Her eyes were everywhere at once, taking in the place. I noticed she didn't talk much and that was one of the reasons I agreed to keep her.

"Does your father know you're here? How did you end up here?"

Her eyes widened at my question, making me raise an eyebrow in irritation.

"I expect you to speak when I ask a question."

I saw her gulp, which oddly satisfied me before she answered. "I— my father, he sold me out."

I blinked in surprise. It was true that fathers in the mafia showed tough
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