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Chapter 23: The Devil’s Playground

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The Miami Beach Club was a neon-soaked altar to excess, and tonight, I was the sacrifice.

The air was thick with the scent of expensive sea-salt spray, roasted vanilla, and the underlying metallic tang of the Atlantic. It was the kind of place where a single bottle of champagne cost more than my father’s medical bills for a month, and the people lounging on the white leather cabanas looked like they had never known a day of hunger in their lives.

Julian’s hand was a heavy, possessive weight on
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