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No place to run by maya banks7/8/2023 ![]() A large knife was secured to her belt, and she wore a shoulder holster with a pistol tucked under her arm. She too was dressed in a black T-shirt and camo pants. Her eyes, though, were a clear shade of green, beautiful enough that Sophie found herself staring unabashedly at the fascinating woman. Her hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail, simple and no nonsense, just like she appeared. She had a tan that testified to time spent outdoors. She was quite pretty in an understated way. was small and surprisingly feminine-looking, or maybe it was because she was surrounded by much larger, terse males. ![]() No one had noticed she was awake, and she was quite happy to observe in silence. Maybe they weren’t any better than her father, but she had to believe in something, and right now she chose to believe in Sam, and by default the men who worked with and for him.įascinated by the lone woman in the group-they called her P.J.-Sophie watched her interact from the safety of her blankets and mound of pillows. Their loyalty couldn’t be bought as her father bought those loyal to him. More than just money guided their motivation. They looked hard, not just muscled, but hard in the sense that they’d seen and endured a lot. ![]() WHEN Sophie awoke, the living room was filled with strange men, all clad in black shirts and camo pants. Let’s figure out where the f**k we set up the meet and greet with Resnick.” “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that. ![]()
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