Chapter 41

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"s**t" Elexandros is still looking at his hands and legs trembling. "Hell, I thought that Sico was f*****g with me about Lincoln. That he might have exaggerated. He was nowhere close to the truth about that bastard. Lincoln is a killing machine like Modesty is. " He wipes the sweat from his forehead. "I knew she had good fighting skills the first day I met her. I have to admit I thought that she killed Santo from behind. He stopped learning karate when he received the blue belt. Hell, I don't think there is a belt for those damn two." He's looking at Modesty and Lincoln wrapped around each other and kissing. His attention goes to a black cargo van that stops beside Verrell. "That big ass son of b***h right there. He didn't throw a f*****g punch. Hell, he squeezed the damn life out of the

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