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“I’m just saying, man,” he adds. “You can bullshit everyone else. But I’ve been with you a long time. I know when something interests you. Olivia fits the bill.”

“I don’t pay you to be my shrink.”

“No, you pay me to be your friend,” he corrects. “Which is way more pathetic.”

I give him the finger, then push myself up from the desk and head towards the door. “Follow up on the FBI investigation. I need to know if Lawrence has kept to his bargain or if he’s still trying to fuck with me.”

“What if he is?”

“Then I’ll send him his sister in pieces and he’ll have no one but himself to blame,” I snarl. “But honestly, I don’t believe he’s going to risk her life. He loves her too much.”

“Love, huh?” Demyan muses. “It’s been the death of many a man’s ambitions.”

“Yeah,” I growl. “I’m counting on it.”