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It had been two weeks since the ambush, and Bane was in a bad mood. They still had no solid proof of who had been behind it. Not that Bane didn’t have his suspicions, he was certain that the fucker Walker had orchestrated the whole thing. But he had been clever about it. All the men had been hired guns without affiliation to any organisation. The ones they had let live long enough to talk had said that they had been hired by a Mr Smith, a man they all described differently. Everyone had been paid in cash and the money had proven almost impossible to trace. Almost, it was possible, but it would take time. That was why Bane was in a foul mood. He didn’t like the fact that someone had struck against his family and that he hadn’t been able to retaliate. That also left the organisation vulnerable to more attacks. It left his angel in danger. Bane had wanted her to stay with in the mansion grounds. She had happily obliged the first week. But over the last couple of days, she had become rest