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y tearing through some heavy trench work, while I stood on the upper balcon

that had gone down the past two days, my instincts were humming with a fami

tion, you wouldn't be rotting awa

me was dead wrong, and yet, in a

e grin on his face like he was ready to conquer the world. "I'm thinking of hitting the city to buy a decent suit. I

e smoke. "Like you haven't been sneaking

the scrapyard during the day for the past three years, the guy had squeezed

Jax muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's nothing

ly, crushing the cigarette b

een restless as hell these past couple of days. You usually don't even

y ran down Jax's spine, and he threw up a fake

tle

l release, the simple friction between a man and a woman. Except that n

lly a slav

low on the list of things that actually got my blood pumping. Nothing compared to the split-second thrill of a trigger pulling back, or

I'd felt at seventeen, the very first time I built a custom weapon from my own blueprints and watched it fire. The roar of the bla

that felt like for a

p in her sheets, it felt like she had dragged me straig

ossibly green, practically trembling beneath me. And yet, every breath she took felt like a deliberate trap. Every inch of her, from the arch of

ettled in my chest as I lo

did a wreck like me even deserv