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FACELESS ROGUE
CHRISTOPHER’S POV I scrunched my nose at the blaring music from the private luxury club. I opened the door and stepped out when Roman's car pulled up two cars away from where I parked. He'd texted me on my way and had decided to join me. I pulled out my aviator sunglasses and slapped it over my face while I waited for him to meet up. “Who comes to a club by this time?” He teased. “The Larson's and a bunch of other dudes.” I said. Roman nodded his head and said. “Yeah.” We'd not gone with any of our enforcers, but the gaze that was thrown in our way proved that they knew exactly who we were. The dimly lit clubhouse was thrown into a frenzy. Different groups of people gathered around in clusters, chatting and screaming at the top of their voice. Since the club was a high profile p
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