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as a self-appointed mentor, I knew what the police did in Lakeview at all times. You didn't actually think I married you for your charming personality? Or perhaps your great looks? No, no, I remember now. It must have been your spectacular performance in bed." |
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D.J. tensed at his taunts but remained silent. Chris's fury returned and pulsed hotter than before. D.J. had come so far, and Halloran was ripping out all of her newfound confidence in her womanhood and trampling it under his snakeskin boots. |
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Rich watched D.J. draw in upon herself and his lips turned up in a thin smile. He was enjoying himself too much, and he was far too calm for Christian's plan. For the plan to succeed he had to get Halloran to lose his cool and drop his guard. |
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"Leave her out of this, Halloran." Chris stepped forward, putting himself between D.J. and the gun. Though Halloran had never stopped watching Chris, he'd kept the weapon trained on D.J., leaving no question of who he'd shoot first if crossed. That had to end right now. |
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"Won't work, McCall. She'll still die, same as you. I think I'll enjoy killing her the most. She's been nothing but a pain in the ass since the first day I met her." |
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"You're a sick son of a bitch," Chris said. |
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Rich's eyes narrowed. "Watch your mouth. I'll shoot you here if I have to, though I'd rather shoot you out by the swamp and save myself some work." |
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"I wouldn't want to make you work, Rich. Lord knows you never were much good at it." D.J. had stopped stuttering, and her voice sounded so much like the old D.J, Chris winced. |
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