BURNING RAGE
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The name burned in his mind like acid. Marvin’s jaw tightened as he pushed past a group of partygoers without so much as a glance.

Luiz was the only one who had been with him the entire time. The only one who could have known his movements, his disguise, his plans.

Marvin’s mind raced as the pieces began to fall into place. Luiz had always been jumpy, always sweating at the mere mention of Victor Vayne.

But tonight, that unease had been more pronounced. Marvin hadn’t thought much of it at first—even though Luiz was fund of putting on a hard exterior, he wasn't much that hard.

He was easily spooked. But now, after the ambush in the closet, Marvin couldn’t ignore the obvious.

"He sold me out."

Marvin’s teeth ground together as his anger flared.

He believed Luiz Tarejo was the one who had betrayed him, no doubt tipping off Victor Vayne’s men.

The ambush had been too precise, too deliberate to be a coincidence. And the fact that his own man had revealed his real name—Marvin Richmond—c
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