Jakob flicked on his lights as he strode into his apartment. I scooped my purse up from the floor, gritting my teeth against another spike of pain, and followed a few steps behind him. I don’t know what I was expecting. The Kings of Kearny were a rowdy bunch, the kind of men and women who were more concerned with…
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What was up with Jakob’s cryptic question about when I got off work? Was it his subtle way of telling me he didn’t want to answer me in a packed bar? Was I supposed to wait for him? I checked my watch. My shift ended at 2 a.m., but I’d had to get through my closing checklist before I could…
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Jakob Larson was going to be the death of me. Beneath the dim amber lighting in the bar, he was six feet of sin wrapped in darkness. The sleeves of his leather jacket hit him at his wrists. A pair of sinuous tattoos slithered out from them like twin snakes, black ink whorling over pale skin. He tilted his head…
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