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“Oh, tall, dark, and craves some, wants to come back to momma real bad,” Charlie crooned. “He’s been a bad boy and he can’t figure out how to make it right and retain his pride at the same time.”“He’s not coming back,” Izzy whispered.
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Charlie turned and took her against this chest. “Let it out, sweets. Let it all out, then we’ll talk about it.”
Chapter Fifteen
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Those women were raucous, bawdy women who saw a golden goose in his old man. To hang on to it, they went to great lengths to win the Ryker boys over with exuberant shows of affection. Mal was mesmerized by them, but Fly
His disdain for women like the ones his father brought home went deep. How the hell he’d gotten tangled up with one was beyond his comprehension. He could only blame it on one thing: lust.
He’d been celibate for months, working a task force that didn’t give him time to sleep, much less socialize. He was overdue for a healthy romp. Let’s face it, Pink had caught all their eyes. Fly
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Part of him knew he was being unfair.
Izzy wasn’t a stripper, she was a cocktail waitress at a bikini strip club. Nothing like the women his father had fucked. Not typical of the breed at all. Not even close. She had a Marilyn Monroe naïveté about her. Hell, she even looked like her. Big doe eyes, little nose, cupid’s bow lips, skin as smooth as silk. Knockout curves. Pink was just a younger, more contemporary, spicy version of the icon. That breathless voice and ethereal i
That loss of control compelled him to keep reminding himself—she was working the floor at a strip club, strutting around in a barely there scrap of a uniform leaving nothing to the imagination. And she had attempted to drug him and make a damn sex video! He got it, it was for her sister, but where was he supposed to draw the line on how far he could go with it?
It was his lust that had him seeing more in her.
So why did he pound the shit out of that guy at the restaurant? He’d never fought over a woman or for one.
His hand throbbed each time he clenched the steering wheel. The pain was worth breaking that bastard’s nose. He’d do it again. The wounded animal sound that came from Pink when she realized what was happening to her cut him in half. Didn’t matter that she should expect that type of thing to happen; the pain in her eyes had been too much for him to ignore. Dude had to pay.
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“Fuck it all to hell.”
He shifted into reverse, backed out of the driveway, then downshifted and headed downtown.
Simon’s text earlier in the day had given him some cursory info on Sorlov, with the promise of more intel to come. Fly
A pot of coffee and hours later Fly
Boris Sorlov aka Vladimir Chermensky, a Ukrainian-born terrorist, was not only on the FBI’s radar, but there was a task force in place, comprised of men Fly
The Ukrainian’s criminal tentacles were many and far-reaching: Predominantly human trafficking, arms, drugs, classified information gathered and sold to the highest bidder, in most cases the Chinese. And Pink was smack dab in the middle of it. Had her sister stumbled onto something that got her into trouble? Had Chermensky made sure she would never speak of it? More curious to Fly
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Bastard was keeping it quiet, just like he’d kept his parentage of Pink quiet. Fly
While Chastain wouldn’t win any Father of the Year awards, Fly
The irony of this was that Pink, who had been shu
Shaking his head, Fly
Isadora Fuentes was proving to be quite a puzzle. One, he told himself, he should leave alone.
Forcing himself to do just that, Fly