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45: De Luxe
Maksim could play the part of a happy husband. Oh, he would play it so well his stubborn wife would have a rethink. It was an hour to the ribbon cutting ceremony. He had to be there earlier to make sure it all went right. If at all he was nervous about tonight, it was at having Mila, Camilla, and Kira in the same venue. From the live feed of the club, things were running smoothly.
No guns. No knives. No weapons. Maksim wanted a club where everyone from rival mafias could come and be fully relaxed. The success of tonight’s ceremony would determine if that worked. He shut down his laptop and grabbed his phone. No message.
Doris was supposed to text him when she was done helping Camilla to dress up. He didn’t understand why it was taking that long, but the housekeeper kicked him out of the room an hour ago. He pocketed the phone and traipsed to their bedroom. A happy husband would wait while his wife dolled herself up. It was time for him to practise that befo
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