Gunnar
My free hand instantly clutched onto the rosary hanging from my neck, whispering a silent prayer in my head.
Mickey's eyes landed on me almost instantly. When I first met him, like Eddie, I hadn't taken the time out to register his features or appearance. I never thought I would see the man again, let alone be hunted by him because he wanted to own me. The fact that he had no hair on his head did not take away from the man's beauty. He looked to be in his late thirties early forties, at most. Dark hair peppered along his jawline, trimmed to frame his face. His eyes were golden brown, almost predatory, and Mickey had a nose that was crooked in the slightest from one too many breaks.
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