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TROJAN | #2.5
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Psychological
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Crime
*** COMING SOON TO AMAZON AND KINDLE - 30th AUG 2026 *** 18+ | BOOK #2.5 | LEGACY OF SINS series | COURSE LANGUAGE | GRAPHIC VIOLENCE | GRAPHIC SEXUAL REFERENCES He was a weapon, a reaper- the fucking king of hell himself looked upon Trojan with burning disdain. He valued nothing, loved nothing. He was a lost cause and his days on this ball of land and sea numbered; it was just a matter of marking time, now. But his little Hope was persistent. Something behind those innocent doe eyes both intrigued and terrified him. He watched her, sitting pretty on his bed; pushing the frame of her glasses up to the bridge of her cute little nose. To hell with it! He couldn't give two fucks if tomorrow never came, he'd sure as hell make sure she did, all fucking night long.
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