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7. Kendra
7KendraThis whole thing was unreal. Surreal. I felt like I was stuck in a dream — or maybe trapped in a nightmare. Anton stood tall above me, and he walked with purpose, marching almost. Without him having to wait or say anything, people parted so he could walk unimpeded. They didn’t stare, though, so they didn’t think of him as a celebrity. Man, this was so weird. A mob boss. I was thinking about being the surrogate for a mob boss. Scratch that. I had asked to be the surrogate for a mob boss. I swallowed hard and did my best not to freak out. Breathed in and out and tried to stop thinking. From the corner of my eye, I glanced up at him. He looked incredible. Hard lines chiseled out the features of his face, a strong jawline. When I had stared him down at the table, I had noticed how i
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