Guilty pleasures

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r’s lot at House of Ashby, I spent the night think

and longer hours until after fight night. Some might be men I’ve turned down for da

too much of my attention over the past few months. The Mueller Suites, as I started

n for the foreseeable future, through the Church, of course,

r double-book the suites, especially considering what those fucking perverts had done to my brothers. Bu

o much anger toward the church, I was useless. But now, as a grown woman, I knew exactly how to channel unhealthy e

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reen. I was watching a nondescript couple check into one of the Mueller Suites. They’re almost too non-descript,

giving them the look of middle-aged vacationers and th

tly harmless. And that was why they were so goddamn dangerous. Watching surveillance foot

to blend in. They’re trying to hide

t was his superpower. He could make you think the bad idea that landed you in trouble was your i

ed—good and bad—shaped me into the woman I was today. Current

s where they each enjoyed one glass of wine with dinner, steak for h

not even a mini bar water. There was nothing to comment on and no real reason to keep watching

most certain perverts sent by Mueller, or the Church. Fight Night was just around the corner, and

le return of her shithead brother. It was a big deal that Jasper had even lowered himse

for me at the gym. Be my surrogate.

and I wasn’t hearing things, I jumped in wit

uld do the job and do it well, played a small part. I liked my temporary

urity here than at Black Stallion. The Stallion crowd was younger and hipper and a lot less affluent than our clientele. The

half the day yesterday thinking about how good it felt to be pressed up against his hard chest and the strong

was also off limits. Way off limits. For entirely too many reasons, which is why I was d

lly the ones out of House of Ashby. Hotel rooms were booked and double-checked for special diets and oth

lly the

e out of my thoughts. I looked up, prepa

alf expected Terry to come in behin

door, I knew he had something serious on his mind. Jasper wasn’t one to beat around the bush, so I l

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his elbows, fingertips steeple

s, all Ashby fighters. We

it was just the way things were done sometimes and I

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n with a distinct sense of honor and fairness. He would never agree to fix a fight. Espec

g because Ma had respected him for tak

isten to a damn thing I have to say, even with my last name.” It was the shittiest part of being a woman on either side of the busine

oked at me like he thought I was crazy. I just smiled. “Rob is undefeated and the bets reflect that, which is why he’