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CHAPTER ELEVEN.

“You have to act like you’re fine, they won’t let us in if they discover your hurt”. Rolland informed Mills.

“Excuse me, good lady, we’d like a VIP reservation, if that’s available,” Rolland said to the receptionist.

“No VIP reservations here sir, just rooms.” She replied.

“Okay, we’ll take whatever you got,” Rolland replied desperately.

The receptionist looked at the three men, noticing that one of them who towered over the other two men seemed to have an unbalance, standing like he had to take a shit, his handsome face clouded with a painful expression yet he composed himself elegantly.

“This way please”. The receptionist led them quickly to their room to avoid embarrassing a gentleman and also escape the possibility of having staff clean up shit as she assumed.

“Here you go.” she handed the keys to Rolland who opened the door for Mills to go in with the other guard while he retreated with the receptionist to make payment.

“Is your friend okay?” “He looks unwell.” The receptionist no
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