![]() ![]() It was backward, and it would only make sense to someone who walked in my shoes. I was thinking of ways to change my mind without embarrassing her because I wasn’t a complete dick… at least not to people who didn’t affect me. This chick made my dick want to deflate and die. My hands instantly sought out her ass, and when I felt the soft globes under my hand, disappointment flared. Her breasts pressed against my chest when I caught her. One flash of a smile and she was instantly on me. She batted her eyelashes for the hundredth time, officially going into overkill. My desperation for a distraction overshadowed my better judgment, and before I could rethink it, my attention turned to the nearest hopeful notch. ![]() I slipped from the black leather seat of my car, and before I could even close the door, I was swarmed. The last forty-eight hours were spent looking for Mitch. They were convinced if I didn’t put the bullets in him myself, then I was somehow responsible for what happened to him. The first forty-eight hours were spent in an interrogation room trying to persuade the moronic detectives I hadn’t tried to kill my own brother. ![]()
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