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Chapter Twenty XII

"Drop your fucking rifle."

"B-Boss..." 

Vincent pressed the tip of his gun against Carter's forehead even more. 

"I know you have the intention of killing Celestine. And I'm not stupid to not know your connection to my father." 

Carter swallowed and slowly let go of the rifle he's holding. He was lying in his stomach with hands on his nape. It is not in Vincent's vocabulary to bluff someone and Carter w
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