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WASN'T PAYING ATTENTION

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OCEANS POV

I pour Lola a glass of whiskey and hand it to her. Her hands are still shaking slightly as she takes it.

She looks exhausted. Emotionally wrung out. The ruined makeup, the tear-stained face, the trembling hands. All evidence of what those women did to her tonight.

And I let it happen.

I wasn't paying attention. Wasn't watching her closely enough. Let her get cornered and destroyed while I was talking business with Vincent.

That won't happen again.

Ever.

I pour myself a glass a
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