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Chapter 19: Uninvited

Scott’s POV

Raymond’s voice was like gravel in my ear. “It’s one week, McAllen. Forty-seven grand or I do things my own way. Don’t make me come find you.”

The call ended. I stared at my phone, hands shaking. The exhibition project I’d just quit because of Elliot felt like a distant dream. No money. No safety net. Just debts and the memory of a man who fucked me like he owned me but treated me like trash.

I couldn’t breathe in my tiny apartment. So I grabbed my jacket and h
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