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... his cigarette, bent his elbow to press it against Tristan Jordan’s neck, pinning him to the wall.
"Say one more fucking word of nonsense and see what happens!"
Tristan’s expression didn’t change. He braced his hand against Isaac’s elbow and forcefully pushed him away.
"Cough, cough."
He turned his head to cough twice, then looked back at Isaac, his gaze indifferent: "Second Young Master Vaughn, are you sure I’m talking nonsense?"
He stepped closer, leaned ...
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