Chapter 8
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Five missed calls. Seven text messages. A short drive to 24th street. And a f*****g voicemail.
I’ve never had to chase a woman like this. Never in my life.
At least that’s what I keep telling myself.
Elsie Carpenter is just a friend of the family. Nothing more.
What we shared was a long f*****g time ago, a thing of the past. Elsie can’t be a part of my present. Because she’s too damned stubborn, too damned hotheaded and too damned close to my sister to be anything else. Anything else but a distraction.
Especially after the deal I’ve just signed with the devil.
Half a million dollars in this city is not a lot; I’ve got at least that amount invested in my tattoo business. But a desperation offer by Reed Hutton of two million changed my tune and before I left his palac
