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Don't You Dare

Don's POV

The door to my study creaked open, making me whip my head in its direction. Romano walked in with two bottles of The Macallan Valerio Adami 1926, one of my favorite whiskies. He brought alongside with him two whiskey tumblers and placed all four carefully on the table.

My eyes darted to my phone in my hand. I was calling Claire on FaceTime but she hadn't picked up yet. I knew she was with her phone and that she had seen the call but I didn't know why she was ignoring my call. We had to talk.

Why did she leave her lodge just like that? And for fuck’s sake, at night! I'm not even sure if she went with any bodyguards or not. The call came to an end. Claire still hadn't picked. I was getting furious and frustrated with each passing second.

“Boss, do you want your whiskey neat?” Romano asked, uncorking one of the bottles of whiskey which was mine. He poured a good amount of its contents into one of the tumblers.

“No. On the rocks” I replied, dialing Claire's line again.
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