His Odara
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Last published Sat, May 28, 2016
Dominic growled and stood up harshly. He ran a hand over his face and knelt down again. "This isn't over Jules. And whoever the hell that guy is? Tell him to stay away." He let go of me and disappeared around the corner.
When I entered my car I saw a note on the windshield. Two notes actually. One said-
I got something you need but it comes at a price. Meet me you know where at 1500 hours tomorrow.
That had got to be Nermad. Looks like his style.
The second though thats what made my heart beat faster. "You know you want to.......... even you can't resist beware babe its not me who'll be fizzling and falling.
If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck? Its Dominic. It is so on. Its on like donkey kong. Bring it Dominic.
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Two cynics. One huge challenge. Who will come out with their heart intact?
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