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around the house, touching and turning things as

s physique-his bulging muscles flexing as he raised a heavy flower vase. When he brushed his hair

always been her job-killing. Men rarely approached her; not because she wasn't beautiful-she was stunning, with

eing slammed against the wall and thoroug

Sloane?

ughts, jerked back to realit

ien?" she res

b. You haven't done anything right s

Mr. Damien,"

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t I think he's sleep

. Please-no interrupt

Mr. Da

' thing. Call me Damien," he a

closed the do

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you?" Lord A

you," Damien said

ckly stretched his hand and gave him the glass of water

Alastair chuckled. "I'm happy

re not going anywhere. Who's going

breathing on his neck, son.

pond. Silence lin

at happened-for everything

his isn't the right time," Damien said

it. We might not get another. And I know you

you mean, 'I think' it's your fault

loved money more than you loved us. You cared for money more than your family. We were never your priorit

face as painful memories clawed their way back-the

?" his father

'd be here until tomorrow-and you probably won't

ropped. The words cut

y. The mistakes I made can't be corrected. It's all in the past now. But if I could

a heart to feel guilty ab

ed me to leave the drug business, we argued

nodded

ng. Word spread faster than I expected. My rivals heard the news-they k

ed our home, your mother w

, his voi

ed through every trap I set. I've never been able to catch him. My last wish,

Heavy. Un

s father was asking him

the bloo

you still kept selling drugs," Damien said, his voice low, n

stopped. Now I run tech. Import

the door f

n one of our client's shipment

errupt us under any circumstan

er said, raising a hand. "Ple