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I closed my eyes, placing my palm on my necklace. The blade clicked loose, and I flicked the pad of my thumb across the sharp edge.
Anthony stepped back, and I turned to face Zoloft, who was now tied to a chair. Lucian stepped back when I moved forward, my eyes focused on the devil in front of me. "Do you have any idea how many times I've dreamt of this moment?"
Zoloft's chest rose and fell with his rapid breaths. "You don't have it in you," he sneered. His eyes darted to Anthony. "Moreover, if you kill me, my sons will hunt you to the ends of the earth. You won't ever be able to step into Russia in peace. Ever again."
Anthony just shrugged. "Well, I'll take my chances. Moreover, with the information, you have on the chip in Anna's ear, we should be able to buy ourselves some protection."