Desired by the Dangerous Men
But he quickly schooled his features back into that stern, unreadable expression he had perfected—a necessary armor, learned from one of the most dangerous men in the country.
He moved toward me without hesitation, his long, purposeful strides eating up the distance between us. Jeremy had changed a lot over the years. Every time I saw him, there seemed to be even more ink covering his skin, dark and winding tattoos that contrasted sharply with the clean-cut boy I had once known. He always swore he would strangle me if I ever dared to get one myself, but on him, they told a story—one he never shared.
“Hey, Jer,” I said, feeling my cheeks warm with emotion as the towering figure of my brother
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