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CHAPTER 15: Deep In Shit

Penulis: Amy Blinkx
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-07 00:57:20
Adrian's POV

I turned my back to her immediately and walked straight to the glass window on the far side of my office.

I rubbed my hands roughly over my face and raked my fingers through my hair. The glass had blocked out the noise from the lower levels but I could still feel the bass of the music vibrating through the floorboards.

My office overlooked the main outdoor compound of the clubhouse. I stared down at the scene playing out below me. Several of my club brothers were standing around
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