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That he understood.

“Got it. We don’t want Fang making money so this keeps going on and on.”

Exactly.

She gave him the heads-up.

“Greyson Croft is on the ground here,” she said, as she noticed Remmy staring at Dimitri.

“Oh, well, I had a feeling. He doesn’t go anywhere without this majordomo.”

Dimitri lifted a brow.

“Can someone translate that? I’ve been called a lot in my life, but never that,” he admitted, not wanting to make a scene, but he’d never heard that word before.

Maura explained.

“Basically, he called you his right-hand man, helper, trusted confidant.”

That made him smile.

That was his role.

“Look at Dimitri learning words,” Heath said, busting his ass. “Apparently, there’s only pictures in the magazines he’s reading,” he joked. “And we know what the pictures are of,” he added.

Dimitri flipped him off.

“I’ve seen your wife’s tits. Is it wise for you to bust my ass? I can talk about it nonstop, and that’s going to give you a stroke.”

Heath sputtered.

Only, before they could continue, they heard the warning.

“Children of mine, behave,” Greyson said over the vest to them. “No more talking about anyone’s tits, unless they are your own.”

Heath opened his mouth, and Dimitri pointed at him.

“Don’t.”

The big man grinned.

The Major just shook her head and focused on Remmy now that he was ready.

“Get eyes on the place. There’s a gambling establishment in the back, and we need to get in. Fang is making too much money.”

Remmy was curious. He’d been off duty the last couple of days.

“Have we found Fang? Is he in town?”

Dimitri answered.

“No. He’s dead in Boston, but his right-hand man is here. We have to find him. The Chinese mafia betrayed us, and so have the Russians. The only people holding Boston together are Emma and her Irish mob.”

Yeah, the port cities were being inundated, and if either fell…

Bad things were happening.

Since they wanted Remmy to be ready, Maura showed him a pic from their surveillance in Boston.

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