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Page 44 of Ruthless Lord

“Stefano! Help!”

I go storming up the stairs, heart racing. I just walked in the door after working out at the gym and was heading into the kitchen when Charlie’s voice came drifting down the stairs. I’m in full-on murder mode, prepared to defend my wife to my last breath, as I kick open our bedroom door with a feral snarl.

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