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Chapter 33.

Auteur: P.M.I Charlotte
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Erianna.

Night.

I’m seated at the VIP bar of Club Reckless. The air is heavy with smoke and alcohol, lights flashing in wild colors, giving everything a dangerous glow.

I swirl my dry martini, sipping slowly. My mind’s still tangled in knots over Gerald’s decision. How can my brother be this careless? He’s just handed Ephraim and every other bastard like him the perfect weapon.

I should’ve gone home after work. But I couldn’t stomach another moment in that mansion. Not with her there. That damn caregiver. I can’t hurt her, not without challenging him. And I won’t. Not even I am stupid enough to cross that line.

“How long are you going to sulk over Gerald’s decision, Erianna?”

I glance over just in time to see Linda sliding into the seat beside me. Her eyes are fixed on the human bartender like he’s her next meal.

“I’ll have what she’s having,” she purrs, and flashes him a flirtatious smile.

“That took you long enough,” I mutter, unimpressed. “You texted me over thirty minutes
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