Hillary Simpson

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“I’m going to ask you one question,” Price says, his voice even, despite the bite in his eyes. “And you better be fucking honest with me.” I nod. “Did you sleep with her?” “Yes, sir.” Sinclair lets out an aggravated laugh. Price shoots to his feet. I stand at the same time as Akara, who slashes his hurt, angered gaze at me. “You and me, Thatcher,” he says harshly. “You and me—we’ve protected our men for years. That’s the way it’s been.” Covering asses, cleaning messes. Good cop, bad cop. Him and me. I nod. “And you should’ve known better,” Akara says between gritted teeth. “You knew, more than ...more
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Hillary Simpson
Price and Sinclair can kick rocks. I hope their pillows are always warm and their beds are always filled with crumbs. I hate this for Akara…but your time is coming babe 😂
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