The Cold Billionaire and The Broken Doll
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ked in his boot. He'd started as a soldier a good one, even. But honor didn'
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an packages for cartels too powerful to be named aloud. He kept things moving, quiet and fast. He d
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the door, make sure no one got lou
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ntil the night they brought in
have been mor
len shut. When she was pushed past him, her gaz
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urdled blood. When the girl hesitated at the door, Damon's hand shot out a
in, casually, like he was nami
ter, the girl
Damon made a joke over drin
didn'
d asking
udly.
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hinkable appetites. Damon didn't just run girls. He trained them. Broke them. Sold them like livestock to buyers around th
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lf off from everything. Changed his name. Grew a beard. Changed the way he w
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at a
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simply stopped showing up to committee meetings. A sheikh's jet shatt
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unlit cigarette
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t
nless she asked. Unless she was ready
him. Bare feet against c
ss
g his big hoodie with her face, pale, an
sleep eithe
rough voice. He didn't want to ta
ross from him. Then, she sat down. She put her h
it always been this way? the
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yes steady . She looked hollow but inside that holl
names,"
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