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Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Dom's POV

Tupac Shakur's song banged all through the stereo and I kept nodding my head. I have always been a fan of Tupac's songs. I was in the large center room and my long revolver was on the table. Music was what I always used to calm my rage and it had always worked for me. I kept glancing at my gold watch, mumbling impatient phrases. My face was blank but there was rage trying to build up inside of me. The door yanked open and Chris dragged a man and threw him into the centre of the room. A light smile spread on my face and I reached for the pack of Cuban in my leather jacket. I slowly lit it up and stuck the stick in my mouth.

“Fucking traitor” My cold voice rang out. “Did you think I wasn’t going to find out?”

The man shivered, there were traces of blood on his face. His mouth was swollen and he shivered in fright.

“Chris” I stared at my consigliere, “Pull the tape off his mouth”.

Chris inched closer to him and pulled off the tape. It made a slapping sound and the ma
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