Dom
I hated Noah Cunningham from the moment I first laid eyes on the devious bastard, and now I’m going to kill him.
Our conflict started long ago. Noah and his group of criminals for hire made it their mission to mess with me and my crew. Screwing with our black market business. Now we’ve moved beyond that. Now it’s either him or me.
When I’m approached by someone who wants me to take Noah out, I’m happy to accept the job. In no time the two of us are trying to kill each other. As much as I hate to admit it, there’s something more going on here. Something that makes me ache to get Noah on his knees. To make him beg.
Maybe if I surrender to this urge just once, I’ll finally be able to wipe him off the face of this earth. Or maybe I’ll be signing my own death warrant.
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