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perfectly to fit him and is probably worth more than the whole bar. The other three look like mean sons of a

I catch glimpses of the

escape the newcomers. Rancho pokes his head out, and I sigh. So this is them, the

p and short on the sides, so I have the insane urge to mess it up. But his eyes? They are black, cold, and ca

ing his lush, plump lips. He’s tall, around six foot three, and his suit hugs his thick

ch is partially tucked into ripped, faded jeans and black boots. His arms are huge and dotted with tattoos here and there, his skin golden and glistening,

’s, but no less striking, and he prowls aro

. He’s clean shaven with a slightly squarer jaw. His hair is longer on top and shaved on the sides, sh

would be envious of, but that’s the only girly thing about him. He’s massive, his arms are thicker than my whole b

brown with blond streaks, styled casually to the side. Every single inch

en the top of a lighter again and again as he stares at

eat?” the first one

l me why the hell you’re in my b

e’s so little though. Too easy to break.

ash in your pretty boy face before you c

target. I swallow hard as fear winds through my body. The man in the suit notices, since

nd declares, and the

er,” he

he first one suggests agai

them as I can be. I lean my arms back on the bar so I can

e. The fucking bastard wipes down the chair and still frowns

introduces himself. I ignore his us

goes th

br

mafia who controls everything? No wonder the police freake

his is

ng the flames from a lighter. “Jake.” He gesture

you had goons come here and attack me last night?”

gling between his parted legs. Fuck, why is that hot?

maybe he’s right. “T

brawl, they have been dealt with. That was not

—it’s too late, he noticed. His eyes narrow. “Th

that even m

re going to die.” The blond l

me?” I question,

s, and I swear he arches an eyebrow again. “Y

. Fine.” I slip from the chair. “How muc

licks his lips. “No, we made a deal with your daddy, pretty bird. Tell me,

yanking back my fist and

ose as blood gushes from the wound. He starts to laugh, making me jolt back myself. Lift

ster voice comes from be

e bulge in the front of his jeans…is he erect? Holy fuck. I jerk

y fuckin

this game as a sick feeling rises in my stomac

” Sylvest

ays, casual as

Me. To. You

Black whispers to the big guy,

lect, Oyizamsii. Now, would you like to pack a bag

in the city, but that doesn’t mean I’ll go willingly. Leaping over the bar, I grab my bat. “Get the fuc

al is a deal. You’re ours.”

ng forward, but Sylvester pu

he orders, and Black deflates for a mo

into your panties. See

and claps him on the shoul

know whe

big guy stares down at me, his

” I snarl, and sw

and rips it from my hand before f

then I dart my knee forward. He’s too bus

I lift my fist, but the blond catches it mid-flight, tutting at me. “Sorry, pret

. It smashes right into m