Sequel to sex dealer.
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-Swear words and dirty language, scenes and references.
-Copyright 2017.
-If you haven't read sex dealer, I suggest that you do so before reading this book so you can get a clear understanding of the characters lives.
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I shove the phone into my handbag after starting a call with Camilla and the other one into my jacket pocket after starting a call with Lilly.
I zip the pocket shut and tell both Lilly and Camilla to mute the call just in case something goes wrong.
"Be safe, and don't get killed." Jake advises me as I step out of the car.
"I'll try not to." I answer briefly, tucking the gun Jake gave me into the waistband of my jeans.
I wave at the car before I start walking to the address.
I made Justin drop me off a few streets away so the car wouldn't be seen.
After about ten minutes of walking, I reach a large old building.
It looks like some kind of an abandoned business building.
I take a deep breath as I stand at the front steps with a hammering heart, rubbing my sweaty palms on my jeans.
I check my pocket to make sure that my tube of lipstick is still there.
It's actually a knife within the lipstick tube, and it's been coated in some chemical that would knock out the person getting stabbed with it for a good few hours.
It wouldn't cut deep enough to kill, unfortunately.
But you would need a decent amount of stitches.
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I pull the door open quietly.
Time to get my husband back.
*Blake's POV*
For the first time in ages, I can actually walk properly on my own.
I even tried jogging back and forth in this tiny room and I can do it.
I don't know how, maybe the guard gave me a smaller dose of ketamine?
