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• Tony
• When I finally park my car in my driveway, I turn it off and lean back, exhaling sharply and closing my eyes for a minute. This has been a fucking busy and long day. After I parted ways from Chloe this morning, I had my men spread the word to every syndicate in New York about the head of the Saints being a married man, hoping the news will trickle down the eastern seaboard, all the way to Miami. I want Mateo to fucking know Chloe is mine now.
• I must confess it kind of makes my blood pump faster with adrenaline at the thought of seeing the cartel's reaction to this.