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"You killed a woman in front of me, Jonathan," I act.

Without breaking our eye contact, he removes his coat and unbuttons the sleeves of the black dress shirt, revealing the tattoos that I still remember covering his body like a second skin. Your appearance has changed almost nothing.

"That's not my name, love. I would be very grateful if you could keep the respect. “He says. "I confess that I didn't have a very pleasant past. I've always followed everything my father said should be done, including these little... setbacks. It wasn't my will and I had no choice. My job was to clean the dirt, while those protected from it exported our goods. I'm not proud of that.”

"Are you, like, traffickers? “Colton asks.

Jonathan takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. He rubs a point above his eyebrow, seeming to want to contain a headache. We're annoying him.

"I prefer a merchant, actually. My father kept our company as a shield for what he really negotiated on trips abroad. When he went bankrupt,