so he could get a better idea of who he was dealing with.

“I don’t care what the world at large thinks about you as long as you’re dead.”

“That’s harsh. Ever been to Monaco?” Grimaldi’s random question met with an unexpected answer as the butt of the gun crashed into the side of his skull. The assaulted surgeon slammed into the ground, his ears ringing from the well-placed strike. 

“Methinks the lady inside this Trojan Horse you’ve built for yourself doth protest too much. Nobody else I’ve ever met said ‘swan song’ or ‘world at large’, Contessa…,” Grimaldi revealed as he looked up at the gunman, his hand holding the gash the blow from the gun opened up on his head....

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