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"Dangerous. Moving that much weight quickly will draw more attention."

"We've already got attention. Might as well make money while we handle it."

"Fair point. I can have buyers lined up by tonight. But Emil... this war you're about to start. Sure, it's worth it?"

"They came into my woman’s home. Hurt her friend. Yeah, it's worth it."

"Then the Irish stand with you. Los Coyotes made a mistake coming to Florida."

"The last one they'll make," I promise.

We hash out details—pickup times, security, and payment structures.

By the time we're done, the parking lot's mostly empty.

Time to check on other business, make sure all our people are protected.

But first, one more text to Saga.

Me:

Thinking about you.

Saga:

Thinking about Elfe.

Me:

She's strong. Like you.

Saga:

I don't feel strong.

Me:

You are. And tonight, I'll show you just how strong.

Saga:

Is that a threat or a promise?

Me:

Both. Always both with us.

Her response is just an emoji—eye roll—but I can picture her slight smile, the way she bites her lip when she's trying not to show she's affected.

Yeah, someone made a big mistake coming after what's mine.

Time to show them just how big.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Saga

The boutique's vintage clock shows 6:59 PM when Maya finally flips the sign to 'Closed.'

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