9

STRIKER

Someone roofied us.

My worse nightmare just came true. That was why I didn’t sit and dine with my client and never let my guard down.

I stayed focused because my client’s life depended on how I could handle a situation like this. And I should have followed my gut.

There was something different in the taste of that wine that was off until it was too late.

It was spiked. I could still taste it on my tongue.

It instantly affected London before I realized it, and so did I. And all I could do now was pull her into me, protecting her from the worst possible scenario that arose.

God forbid if something happened to her on my watch. I couldn’t forgive myself.

My mind was awake, but my body fell weak first.

When my call didn’t come through, I quickly typed SOS to the group, and I wasn’t sure if I had hit the send button. And now my job was over. I screwed it up—big time. And worse, London could be in danger because I let my desire get the best of me.

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I had never fel