I drove six hours to check into my new luxury resort, only for the front desk clerk to toss a keycard at my feet.

the edge of the mahogany counter, stepping into the narrow space behind the desk.

They flanked Justin on both sides.

“Let’s go,” Frank said, his voice carrying the same low, rumbling threat he had used on me earlier. He reached out and wrapped his thick hand around Justin’s bicep. It was not a gentle grip.

Marcus grabbed Justin’s other arm.

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