Kiss Of An Alpha King
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“Now. As you so rightly said, I gotta get you shot.”
“This just seems insane to me,” I replied, my attention averted. “Caroline Dunbar can’t be behind the blackmail. She’s too much of a stickler for the rules.”
“She’s always had a boner for you,” Conor argued. “Ever since Jimmy D.”
“How the fuck she knew you were behind it, I don’t know,” Brennan rumbled, his body angled toward the front of the building we were watching for signs of life.
If that bitch had a tail on us, we had one on her. We knew every move she made, and if she took a piss or went for a shit, then we knew about it.