Chapter 8 THE MISSION (2)

NIGHT, AT THE CRIMSON DEN*

The Rolls-Royce purred to a halt at the entrance.

Out stepped Vixen, curves hugged in blood-red silk, slit high enough to wound a man’s soul. Her blonde hair was pinned up, exposing the nape of her neck. The diamond-studded clutch in her hand held more than makeup.

Two ...

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