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*****Chapter 32 - Saturday*****

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Chapter 32 - Saturday
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"How long are we going to have to wait for?!" Taranis groaned as he looked around. "There's no-one fucking coming!"

"It's your father's wish." T-Bone responded quietly.

"It might be dad's wish but it's my ducking boredom when mum's shipment clearly isn't coming in!" Taranis snapped as he gestured to the empty harbour.

"Merrill told us it was moved to the Saturday." T-Bone once more responded calmly.

"And you don't think someone like him lied?" Taranis scoffed out as he looked towards him.

"I'd like to think not." T-Bone mumbled.

Taranis rolled his eyes as he turned back to look out the harbour.

"This is serious fucking-"

Both Taranis and T-Bone collapsed forward, their unconscious faces hitting the ground hard.

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"You hear that?" Harry asked as he turned to Thomas.

Thomas rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Remind me why Taranis chose to keep my right hand man and I get partnered with the pussy of the group, when I'm the actual boss?"

"He's the future boss though right?" Harry questioned, looking up at Thomas.

Thomas nodded. "Unfortunately his mother got the smarter option while I get left with the rottweiler of the family." He mumbled.

"I'm sure Taranis is good for some things Sir." Harry tried to offer up.

Thomas simply rolled his eyes and nodded forward. "Just keep a fucking eye out for the boat or my ex-wife."

"Of course Sir, I'll just-"

Both Harry and Thomas collapsed forward, their unconscious faces hitting the ground hard.

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One by one as the moonlight lit the way, Thomas Cunningham's men were being knocked out cold.

And there was nothing they could do about it.

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Isolabella groaned as Ace's arm snaked around her waist, gently pulling her body closer to him.

She giggled quietly as she shuffled slightly, feeling Ace's lips kiss their way along her shoulder and up to her neck, briefly brushing over the straps of her silk pyjamas.

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