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Chapter 8

Word Count: 1023    |    Released on: 22/09/2026

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g for his answer, tossing the b

laced over his knee, the amusement dancing behind his go

or swung open wi

he suite, storm clouds rolli

l growled, his massive frame radiating lethal fury as he p

ubhouse tonight. By sunrise, there won't be e

a sharp metallic snap. "For once, I agree with the knuckle-dragger. You just ga

outlaws, meeting their fierce, p

his skull," I said, my voice quiet,

was nothing more than roadkill. If you execute him in his sleep, he dies believing he was right. I am going

in his tattooed jaw as his raw instinct to cage me

t out a low, d

gray eyes burning into mine. "But my enforcers will ring that neutral dive fi

ded, snapping the lighter shut with a grin that was a

ally using her hip to shove Zane away from the bedside. "Stop c

a proud glint in her dark eyes. "I like your style, baby. If you're going t

ack tablet into the wall console to

gh-definition surveillance feeds

xplained, his gloved hand tracing the tactical map. "Traffic feeds, satellite re

aking the tablet

ing reflexes, pulling up the encrypted command termin

graphic code cascade down the screen with wide, stunned eyes

thumbs flying as I decrypt

docks using a shell logistics front. I just forwarded his complete manifest, shipment

ark chuckle that vibrat

chair, effectively trapping me within hi

e a burning warzone. He'll walk into that neutral

gainst the crisp cotton of Ryder's shirt be

uctant men toward the door with an amused wave. "Tomorrow, you sh

sunlight broke through the ballist

racks displaying custom leather jackets, diamon

the walk-in wardrobe, where an old, faded denim-and-leather jack

ing that,

et out a wicked, delighted laugh. "Playing the helpless stray

zed, threadbare brown trench coat and twisting her silver-streaked hair

tight, and slid a compact, loaded Browning .380 int

by the vehicles in full tactical leather, sidearms strapped to th

to hand me a small thermal flask of warm water. "One t

id, sliding into the rear leather

ne purred to life, carrying us up into the morni

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