Audacious
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audacious
ɔːˈdeɪʃəs/
adjective
1.
showing a willingness to take surprisingly bold risks.
2.
showing an impudent lack of respect.
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God yes, he was audacious. And I don't mean it in a good way. I'm talking about the toe-curling, spine-chilling, bone-shaking kind of audacious that leaves you breathless.
I didn't need that, or want it. I really didn't.
But he wanted me. And whatever he wanted, he got.
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When the incredibly gorgeous Russian gang leader needed help, he didn't ask for it. No, he took it. Just like the way he took the little but fierce hacker, Ana Black, right from her home to use for his gang.
The Alexei Vlaciv was a name all were terrified of. No one knew his face, only his horrific acts of crime.
When Ana chose to explore his gang's secure database, she had no idea what she was getting into.
And when he chose her to use, neither did he.
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