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Prologue

Huntley

I pulled my motorcycle into one of the narrow spots in front of the bank and kicked the stand down before killing the engine After relanced at ht It was a little after thichat the same time she did seemed a little too obvious

I toldfor what I couldn't have like a pussy But I continued to sit there on my bike until the irrational side of me—the one that needed a hit—won out I quickly dis over to the glass doors

When I entered the bank, a blast of cold air hitinside me

Cora Davis—the star of all o—stood behind a counter, s at the custorowl It was completely insane, but I didn’t like when she smiled at other people I wanted every one of them all to myself

She pushed her long, straight copper hair over her shoulder, and her areen, one blue—sparkled I could’ve dropped onto a chair and stared at her all day even though I already had her heart-shaped face, cute little button nose, and deep dimples memorized Not to mention all the other features of her curvy body

Froe point, I could only see her slender shoulders, her full, round tits, and a small amount of her torso But behind the desk was a shs, and legs that went on for irl from the 1950s

“Huntley”

A male voice startled me from my intense focus on Cora Fuck Nobody ever snuck up on irlthis hat she did to me Which was one of the many reasons I had to stay away from her

I glanced to ,his permanent scowl There was a hint of surprise in his eyes that only someone who knew him ould have noticed If he’d been a normal person, his face would have been full of shock at my carelessness

“Cash,” I greeted him with a handshake

When Cash and I were in the Naval Acadeether, we discovered we lived in the sa place, and we resided on opposite sides, so we’d never run into each other We’d both gone into Navy Special Ops and ended up serving as operational SEALs on the same team