club open. The metal hit the wall with a
voice was a low, lethal drawl. "Tell Mitch that Hardie Boone is here to collect his property, or I'll have his head." The p
back hallway. His leather sh
VIP door and
r Arlene, yelling at a gu
into a tight ball on the floor. Her cl
ce drained of color. "Dr.
over a puddle of liquor and dro
the pulse point on her neck. Her skin was fre
ared at the men by the door. H
She flinched violently in her de
nder her body and lifted her. He held her a
d blood and stomach acid directly
t pulled her head closer, m
ard the door. He stopped
Hardie's voice was a whisper, but it
He nodded frantically. "Y
, hollow laugh. He wa
t Arlene's face. She forc
he saw the sharp li
t felt like it was lined with razor blade
down at the woman bleeding in his
wait for a friend until your stomach bleeds? You wa
still. The pure fury in
n. He placed her on the leather seat and buckled he
river's seat and
ocating. "You would rather die
dow. A single tear fell down her chee
ers. His breath was hot against her cold skin. "You lie to my face,
im pressed her into the seat. She cl
gear. He sped toward Har
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