For a man whose life revolved around violence or the constant threat of it, Jeremiah had an affinity for pop music, especially the sad ones. In fact, any music that was slow, sad, or bordering on anything similar, he was a sucker for. He left his quarters in the mansion after nightfall. The arm where the bullet passed through still hurt like a madman, but he had an urgent job to do. It was customary for anyone leaving the mansion to be followed, so he knew that there were men following him. They were the best, but he trained them and handpicked them for the job, so losing their trail was easy. He had an itch in his loins. It had been a while since he indulged his passions. All the women working in the mansion had no appeal to him anymore. Good thing for them that they understood that he meant his threats about what would happen if they said a word to anybody. All of them understood except for the Cee girl. Then she disappeared. And now she’s back. And married to his boss. He sp
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