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The two of theh they could be seen, grabbing at the front of each other’s jackets

Craeg was next out of the club, and Paradise was right with him

"She’s a female of worth!" Peyton started to wind up for another strike "She’s not like the trash you fuck--"

Axe caught the male’s forearm and bent it out of the way "Oh, and that human slut on your lap in there was some kind of saint--"

"Her cousin is dead, okay! Allishon was the one Anslao to Elise’s household and tell them what happened! So no, you can’t fuck her and leave her ruined, which is what you’re going to do There’s enough pain under that roof already and she deserves better than that! Better than you!"

Craeg jogged across the street and wasted no ti the guy back

"Not here," Craeg gritted "You two assholes arein the falling snow, his boots ot him down to concrete He spit out another nore how badly his knuckles were itching for payback

But da Anslam, the murderer, had been one of the trainees, one of the few to survive the induction night and get accepted into the Brotherhood’s program

No one knew, or could have guessed, that the aristocratic bastard had been brutalizing fe pictures of his handiwork on the side

Peyton had gone looking for his feet ahold of her--and frouy had walked in on a bloodbath No body, though Turned out she had died at Havers’s clinic, but without identification

Paradise had been the one to put it all together, and Anslaured it all out

The sadistic bastard had ended up dead in her front foyer

What a fuckingto let you ruin her And don’t pretend that’s not ill happen Unless you want to ask her father for permission to mate her properly, stay the fuck away froo down One, because Axe would never ask any sire for that shit And two, as if a high-bred father like the one she had would let a scrub like hih the front door, ood enough to vacuuuy’s Rolls-Royce

But what did it ain It wasn’t like he was ever going to see her again