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“Yes, I suppose you do,” he murmured
Sky burab her harness—without waiting for Trace’s fucking pered, he started to walk A hand to his chest stopped him from any further movement
“Just as Hollister is now in my debt, pretty boy, so are you,” he said “When I’m in need of your services, I’ll let you know Be ready”
“I don’t owe you a fucking thing,” Indi retorted “You haven’t done me any favors and I sure the hell don’t intend to do you any”
“True enough,” Trace conceded “What you did do, though, was show me your weaknesses Weaknesses make a man vulnerable Today, I learned that you are very protective of your dog and, well, the underdog I suspect you’d do whatever necessary to ensure their safety This weakness, I’m afraid, is one that I won’t hesitate to use if and when it benefits me I’ll keep you posted” He clapped Indi on the back “Have a nice evening, Mr Iscariot It’s escort night, isn’t it?”
“Fuck you!” Indi barked “I don’t work for you I don’t deal fucking drugs I don’t make people disappear Hell, I don’t even associate with nasty-ass fucks like you Don’t even think about calling onfire, I won’t blow on you! Now, back away froain Touch ain, and you’ll die”
Instead of provoking hihed “The name’s Levi Levi Trace I’ll see you around, cutie Take care so you’ll be ready for me when it’s time”
CHAPTER TWO
Two hours had passed since his encounter with Trace and his gang His heart still pounded His skin still tingled and burned Indi hadn’t felt this alive in a long tiht with the idiots on the sidewalk had seemed like a solid victory in his corner—it had ain, not so useless His solid defeat with the ain, like being blind made him feel less than a man and unable to defend himself His emotions were mixed To sum it up, he’d kicked so a deal with the devil…without even shaking a hand Levi wasn’t finished with hi finished with hi
If he hadfrom the encounter?
Indi sat at his petite dining table in the corner of the kitchen, pondering what had happened earlier, what his future looked like, and why the upcoed to override the twisted bullshit he’d just endured That, friends, was some fucked up shit His escort called himself Travis, but Indi kneas Clay He spoke with a fake Australian accent and ined a straight guy fucked his girlfriend—all gentle and extra careful to never get too rough, regardless of how Indi had goaded him at times So, the lie continued It had been months now Months of uessed any pride he ht Fuck, what kind of ? Even worse, what kind ofone for the tea him