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๐ค ๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ฆ๐ท๐ช๐ญ: ๐๐ณ๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ฏ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ
๐ ๐๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐บ ๐๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐๐ณ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐๐ฐ๐ด๐ด
๐ค ๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณโ๐ด ๐๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ
๐ ๐๐ฆโ๐ด ๐๐ฆ๐ณ ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐๐ถ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ช๐ข๐ฏ
๐ค ๐๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ
๐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐ฑ: ๐๐ฆโ๐ด ๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ (10 ๐ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ด)
๐ค ๐๐ด. ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐น ๐๐ณ. ๐๐ช๐ต ๐๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ
๐ ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐๐ณ๐ฆ๐บ ๐๐๐
๐ค ๐๐ฐ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ
๐ ๐๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ ๐๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฏ/๐๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ
Excerpt:
She continues doling out shots and ignoring me like I didnโt see her pick up her phone and read my message. Iโm gripping the glass so tight Iโm about to shatter it by the time she finally starts to saunter my way, a glass of whisky in hand. She was the one who summoned me here in the first place, complaining that thereโs a maintenance issue in the apartment she lives in upstairs. Iโd planned to have a drink while I waited for her to have a free moment, not watch a live show of her spitting down the throats of a half dozen college guys before she slapped and drenched them. I have work I need to return to at the Avarice.
โYour whisky.โ She sets the drink down in front of me without any fanfare.
โFunny, I thought it was Speyside, not spit side,โ I mutter, and she raises her eyebrow in return.
โJealous? Because if you want it served that way, it can be arranged.โ Sheโs always sassy, but itโs turned up a notch tonight.
โI think I might be too old to be impressed by that sort of thing.โ I glance back at the college kids who are still shouting and cheering as one of their own chugs beer from a boot-shaped glass. Seven Sins and Dakota lean into all the kitsch of the country dive bar and then some.
โOh, Cowboy, itโs okay. I know that big birthdayโs just around the corner for you, but we donโt judge around here.โ She speaks with a saccharine tone and points back at the glowing red neon sign behind the bar that says Sinners Welcome.
I narrow my eyes at her. I donโt need to be reminded that Iโm closing in on forty; the gray hairs that keep popping up handle that daily reminder just fine.
โNot worried about my age as much as Iโm worried about you not being able to handle the extra whiskey youโre swallowing and falling off this bar,โ I taunt her. She nearly slipped the last time getting down, and I pictured her falling backward, a mess of limbs and shattered glass. Iโd lose my fucking mind if I lost another Hartfield right in front of me.
โHayley! Get me a water, please!โ she calls over her shoulder before the false smile returns. โI think youโd be surprised what I can handle.โ She looks me over in one slow rake before her blue-green eyes come back up to meet mine. โUnless youโre scared?โ
โScared of what?โ I bluster because Iโm fucking terrified when I watch her climb up on the bar in front of me. Not about her falling, at least not in this moment because sheโs nimbly navigating the counter and already perched in front of me, but that this is only going to give the crowd and her more encouragement. I canโt back down though. Iโll look like I cower from a twenty-something woman simply teasing me a little, and itโll be hard to get anyone to take me seriously after that.
โThat you might like it.โ Her lips pull up at the corners as she spreads her legs in front of me. She studies my face for a moment, the sly smile growing as she reaches forward and grabs my tie. She wraps it around her fist once and tugs. โCome closer. I wonโt bite.โ
โYou always fucking bite,โ I mutter.
๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ซ๐:
Grant Stockton is the devil incarnate. The cowboy turned casino-owning crime boss has been the bane of my existence for as long as I can rememberโfirst as my older brotherโs best friend, then as my guardian when my brother died at his side, and now as the rival bar owner and landlord running me into the red.
He might be the head of The Quiet Horsemen, the man everyone else in this town fears, but Iโm not about to cede a single inch of ground to him.
If I have to lie, cheat, and steal to keep him from finding out my barโs underwaterโwell, thatโs exactly what Iโll do.
At least until he breaks into my apartment and discovers my secret. One that gives him all the leverage he needs to control my fate.
My only reprieve is that The Horsemen are in the middle of a war, one thatโs been spilling blood for the better part of a decade, and his enemies are closing in on our small mountain town.
Which is why Iโm taken off guard by the demand he makes in exchange for keeping my secret.
Apparently there are benefits to being at the mercy of the devilโฆ
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