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... ies. Sitting or rather Riding on top of a man who looked around forty.
The man’s face was something else. Eyes rolled back. Mouth hanging open like a fish out of water. Sweat dripping from everywhere. He looked like someone who had just run a marathon, lost, got beaten up, and then forced to run another one.
Both their bodies were hidden under a blanket. But the exhaustion on the man’s face told the whole story.
When they spotted Jax standing at the door with a girl hangi ...
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