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22 Soner gazed at the purple-eyed beauty who strutted out the illegal club somewhere in the middle of the woods, he was well hidden behind the bushes, his black hood covering most of his face. She had so much attitude in that chin of hers that was tilted upwards, she walked like she owned the street. Soner chucked, now those were two entirely opposite to each other siblings. Where Avery was soft, welcoming and shy, this madam was fierce, bold and oozed s*x. And judging from the looks of she, she might as well be another hooker. He didn't blame her, when packs got destroyed...the survivors were never accepted into new packs and if they were it was only in the labor camps, you could never envision a happy future for yourself afterwards. Going rogue was your best option, hell he might as wel
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