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Chapter 7 - Marcus Realizes His Cover Story Is Rapidly Crumbling

Marcus paced across the Persian rug in the study, his usual composure beginning to fracture at the edges.

“Gideon, you're acting paranoid,” Marcus argued, gesturing toward the untouched glass of whiskey on the desk.

“Am I?” Gideon asked softly, stepping closer to his lifelong friend.

“You haven't looked me in the eye since yesterday morning, Marcus.”

“Because you’re listening to a twenty-seven-year-old maid over twenty years of brotherhood!” Marcus snapped.

The volume of his voice echoed off the high ceiling, startling the guards stationed outside the heavy double doors.

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Gideon's expression remained completely unreadable.

“Brotherhood doesn't require a daily chemical supplement, Marcus.”

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