From Blood Bank To Billionaire's Obsession

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beer and cheap cigarettes, a jarring con

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ical dimensions. Vince: roughly two hundred pounds, heavy-footed, poor

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ted her weight evenly across both legs, her br

deep shadows of an unlit alcov

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ace. She slipped past his grabbi

him forward, leaving his

rigid blade. She swung it u

ly with the bundle of nerves

crack echoed throug

completely limp, and he crashed onto the floor like a sack o

in his throat. His facial mu

a sharp breath. His hand jerked,

dark, dangerous thrill flare

daze. He let out a furious roar a

ed open, catching the dim light of the wall sconce

ith the boredom of someone w

heel, sliding her

nst Ray-Ray's wrist, stopping

own on his elbow. She applied a brutal, bone-snapp

rs lost all strength, and the switch

to deliver a devastating low sw

balance entirely and crashed sidewa

porcelain plates, and metal cutlery shatte

hoed from the adjacent stairwell. "Hey! Section four, we got a massive noise complaint, move it!"

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