Chapter 8
By the time I got to the clinic, Jaxson lay still in the ICU.
His face was ashen. Hooked up to an array of IVs and monitors, he looked stripped of his power.
In five years of surviving cartel wars and assassination attempts side by side, I had never once seen the formidable head of the Rourke fa...
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5. Chapter 5
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