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Chapter 128

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Chapter 128: The Trade

Damien POV

They pulled me out of the car by my jacket.

Two of them. One on each arm. My shoulder hit the doorframe and my feet slid on the wet gravel and someone shoved a gun into the back of my neck, it was cold and hard, right where my hair stopped.

"Hands where I can see them."

I put my hands up.

Someone patted me down, fast and rough. Chest.

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