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grabs napkins off the table

He slowly redirects his eyes to mine

Georgia's at her desk

the hairs on my arms rise

then sets it down

Relentless Hunter (Audiobook) Illicit King grabs napkins off the table"What the hell happened?" I ask. Maksim sniffs hard. He glances at the ceiling. I grab his shirt. "Don't you dare do this to me. Not now. I've spent a year dealing with your silent treatment. Who the fuck were they?" He pushes me off him, and his blue orbs turn to ice. "Petrovs." The blood drains from my face. The Russian mob isn't someone to mess with. My uncle Darragh has always warned us we steer clear and don't create issues with them. I lower my

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