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Smarter Than I Thought

Don's Pov___"Get me a techie and track the location of the call"Vader nodded and quickly pulled out his phone, dialing a number as he stepped out of the room. I could hear the faint sound of Vader's voice, arranging for a techie to be brought in.I went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stepped under the warm water. I washed away the sweat all over my body. The tension that had overwhelmed me when that call came in. The restlessness to see Claire. I could not control it.As I dried off and got dressed, My phone buzzed with an incoming text from Vader. "Techie is here, boss. Ready when you are."I grabbed my phone and headed out of the bedroom. It was time to track down Claire and bring her home. No matter what the fucking bastard said. He had said his knife was itching to kill Claire, but if he dared touch her…nothing would stop me from clearing the name Salvatore.Elyse came from the kitchen, she hadn't eaten for days and I had to ensure she took some food from the cook
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At Salvatore's Mercy

Claire’s POVI watched as Don’s gun raced fast and got lost amongst some cartons stacked on top of each other at a corner the moment Salvatore kicked it away. Some cartons at the top tumbled and fell over each other as the gun hit the ones at the bottom. I bet Don was powerless now because his two guns were gone and nowhere in reach. Salvatore got exactly what he wanted – the upper hand. Don, now without guns and I, forcefully nestled against him with his arm tight around my neck, Don and I were at his mercy. I raised my hands to try pulling his arm off my neck – a futile effort because Salvatore only tightened his grip on my neck. “Salvatore, please let me go. Let us go, please” I begged “Shut the fuck up, bitch” He nudged my temple with the gun “Fuckin' take your hands off Claire, you monster!” Don growled “And if I don't, what you gon’ do, boy?” “Let go of my wife, Salvatore. Take your filthy hands off her!” Don’s forehead creased in annoyance “I'd rather insert them filthy
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