The Husband's Deadly Game

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. I heard a t

a mask of fury, barked an order to someone off-screen at h

each for my baby, the

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truggles w

Chloe announced triumphantly t

hter was wrapped in a dirty clo

car

ristopher medal, the biggest one they have, get it blessed. And make a large

ayed on the screen ab

looked from me to the disca

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e a de

used by someone else taking charge. "Get her on that speedboat,

e "game" now, or perhaps fearing repercussions if I die

me onto a cr

, no longer bound, slipped

loved locket, swung free, glint

as another, far more lu

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d, perhaps to survey his "

e stretch

of silver from

on the locket f

hloe, his voice softening, "Don't look, Ch

service route. We can't have this spoiling the main

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