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Author: Tina Maxxy
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At first, the man just stared at Ramiro, almost amused at his audacity.

“What are you trying to prove right now?” he asked, stepping closer.

Ramiro’s eyes burned with defiance. “I will never let you lay a hand on this man. You didn’t tell me you were going to—”

The rest of his words got blasted out of him when the man’s boot slammed him into the side of the sofa.

And the man wasn’t done. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He stomped him again, mercilessly, again and again. “You think I came here to joke with you?”

Ramiro’s raw desperate groans filled the room.

That was when August stirred awake. He hadn’t even realized he’d drifted off. His eyes snapped open to the sound—first seeing Ramiro crumpled by the sofa, then the man towering over him.

August was on his feet instantly. The man’s head turned, locking eyes with him.

“Well, well. Look who decided to wake up,” the man sneered, driving one last kick into Ramiro’s ribs.

“Deal with the sleeper,” he told the woman without loo
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    Charles eyed the men. Where the hell did they crawl out from—kennel escapees? He was about to move when one of them collapsed like a sack of potatoes.A low whistle slipped past his lips.Sadie had planted her fist straight into the other guy’s face.The poor bastard wasn’t expecting it from her, which made him go down twice as fast.“Who the hell are you?” she snapped, her glare practically drilling holes through their skulls.Charles leaned back slightly, fascinated.Wow.Again—wow.“If you don’t start talking, I’ll make sure you never talk again,” Sadie barked, scooping up the knife one of them had dropped.She waved it like she’d been born with it. “Look around. If I decide to do anything, you’re all dead.”The men shook like leaves in a storm, clearly ready to sing—but for some reason, they just stood there swallowing their tongues.“I’ll give you two seconds, otherwise—”The screech of tires ripped her threat to shreds.Sadie instinctively moved closer to Charles, knuckles white

  • 163

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  • 162

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  • 161

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  • 160

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  • 159

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