Fire & Vice: Savage Vendetta
Again, the image of one breathtakingly sexy and terrifying mob boss flashed through her mind.
Jane leaned sideways, still tilting precariously in her chair and pulled out the top drawer of her desk. She reached in and picked up a full bottle of cherry whisky. Having it there made her feel like a real PI, even though she barely touched it. She hated the taste of strong liquor. But tonight she needed it to dull the image of a certain ruthless criminal from her brain. Even the pictures, most of which were images of the side of his body, his head turned from the cameras lens as though he knew it were there, were enough to make her heart beat a little harder and ignite an ache low in her belly.
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