Fair play to the old bastard—she’s a smoke show for sure. That fucking red dress she’d poured herself into; Jesus, any man with a pulse would get a hard-on at that visual. “Speaking of your father, I see he has another gold-digging whore already,” I drawl, lazily dragging my gaze back down the rocks to Tor. “They get younger every year.” He huffs out a laugh. “Yeah, younger and hotter. Fuck knows where he picked her up.” “Meaning?” “Usually Big Al’s girls are club rats. You know, lingering around the VIP area in my clubs trying to find a meal ticket. But Aurora? I’d never seen her before.” He
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