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Fuck…

You can’t seriously be considering it?

DECLAN

We’ve co-habited for the past six months without a single issue.

And trust me, after everything with Quinn saying that fucking pains me.

RORY

As someone who hates those Russian fucks as much as Declan, I kind of agree.

FINN

Ivan’s not that bad. He invited me to Russian Doll a couple of weeks ago when it opened.

DECLAN

You would like a guy that invites you to go look at tits.

FINN

Hey! I might not have gone, but the invite was appreciated.

CONOR

This could forge this alliance between us.

This could be a fucking Trojan horse.

DECLAN

Metal detectors at the door and I say yes.

Easy for you to say… You didn’t just make a promise you want to break.

TRISTAN

He plans to bring both his wife and his girlfriend and would like them not to be saddled with our business talk all night.

For fuck’s sake…

And we’re all agreeing to this? Please tell me we are at least arming our security.

TRISTAN

I might be optimistic that this is a genuine meeting about our families continuing to co-exist.

But I’m definitely not fucking stupid.

Hopefully, you don’t have to eat those words…

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

LIAM

Wearing a strappy red silk dress—made from less fabric than some pocket squares I own—Sasha walks through the club, draped on my arm and drawing the attention of nearly everyone we pass. She’s always fucking gorgeous, but the way the dress clings to her curves makes her fucking mesmerizing.

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