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Chapter 67: Poisoned Swords

Cassian's POV

"That fucking slug!" I yelled, "He's no friend of mine!"

I smashed the table in half, and hauled one of the chairs into the wall. The room fell into a thumping silence, pulses racing. The whores hugged each other on the bed, dripping with fear.

"Out, ladies." Alphonso ordered them.

They hastily picked their clothes scattered around the bed, clutching them to their chest, scurring out of the room. Alphonso and I were dressed in matter of moments. He passed me my sword, awaiting my command.

"Lead the way!" I growled.

The soldier bundled out of door, as I followed behind, sheathing my sword. Alphonso toed in my steps, on guard. Heads would roll...definitely not from my end.

"Lord Logan." I gritted inwardly. The sleazy old geezer had his pervy eyes on my Rhoda. Memories of the wager flashed into my head. He was red in the face, spitting raw venom coated in a promised comeback.

Who would have thought he'd strike so fucking soon. And that, precisely. He knew I didn't have su
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