XXXVII

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Dmitri



"Wow, you're quite famous," I hear Joaquin say while watching a video on his phone. "Why didn't you show your face?"


He is talking about last night when Clarkson and I fight. Someone posted it online.


"Woah, dude. Look at this dude over here."


"Oh, shit. Did he just vanish?"


"What the fuck?"


"Even Clarkson's face isn't clear," he dramatically sighs, "Good thing I'm aware of who's who."


"This not what I planned," I sigh.


"Well, Mister. You ruined your plan," he says.


Silence.


"I know," I glare at him. "I have a plan."


"Ooooh, what now? Completely transform into a madman and tear his body apart in public and finally show your face, huh?" he says with a hint of sarcasm.


"Shut your fucking mouth!" I growl.


"Blood's sake!" he yells back.


"You are missing in action!" I snarl. "How dare you talk to me like that when you are not even helping me?


"Am I not?" he scoffs and laughs wickedly. "I'm doing an important business."


"Fucking my neighbor's Aunt was an important business," I say dismissively and give him a look.


"I don't just fuck her—"


"What? You love her now? Is that some love at first sight thing?" I sit on the couch and cross my legs.


"Jealous are we? Then go fuck your neighbor. Blood's sake," he says in frustration. "Don't hold back–"


"Shut your mouth!" I growl in my deep voice.


Silence.


"Okay, okay. I'll shut my mouth. Calm down, professor."


Professor.


I roll my eyes. After our nonsense argument, I call Fuego.


"Dmitri."


"Report," I say.

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