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Dasia
For a girl who’d enjoyed dancing on stage and stripping out of my clothes for cash, I hung at the back of the dojo, wishing to be a wallflower. Ryker’s friend, Stone, owned the place and had offered classes to help me learn some self-defense.
Just in case Ivan and his Russian buddies came looking for the birdie who’d escaped their cage.
I hadn’t thought much about that fact until Ryker had brought it up over breakfast a few days earlier. He’d assured me that the Vipers would keep me safe with such confidence and a gleam in his cold greenish eyes that a shiver had slid down my spine.
Immediately, my mind had gone to my foster father who’d gotten mugged and hours later begged forgiveness for touching me that first time. Then my mind went to his disappearance after the r**e.
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