TAINTING BLOODS

Romanov was outside, dealing with a few of his business, when Anna’s outburst happened and took place. Occupied, but aware of what occurred with his wife. He couldn’t shake the feeling of concern that blooms inside his chest upon Nancy’s report, who at that moment, for the first time that Anna stepped on his territory—she sounded worried in fact.

“Mr. Salvador, I felt like your mind is somewhere else.” Alejandro Cordova chuckled. He leaned his back to his cushion as he watched Romanov intently. His men joined him as he mused, the smile on his lips never disappearing, but Romanov doesn’t seems like he found what is amusing to what Alejandro muttered.

He remained motionless, stoic and cold.

“Oh, it seems like it wasn’t a good time to make a joke.” The latter continue before clearing his throat. He squared his shoulder and his relaxed face became serious. “As I was saying, we wanted half a dozen of those guns delivered to our warehouse next month, and that is what we are here for.”

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