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He Can Never Be Serious

Author: Author_Smegsy
last update publish date: 2026-07-17 02:20:37

"Just give me a bat and I'll demonstrate just fine." I said,

"I might just hold you to that, sweetheart," Lucien murmured, his chuckle low and incredibly dark as he rested his arm along the back of the leather seat behind me. "But unfortunately, the Falcones demand a little more... finesse than a baseball bat."

​"Finesse?" I turned my head back to look at him, raising an eyebrow. "Is that what you call bringing an armored SUV and a shoulder holster to a shipping meeting?"

​"In our line of work,
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