Chapter 10 THE GOTHIC MANSION AND THE MAN WITH THE TATTOOS

Lola

The goons were equally looking in his direction, the harsh rays from the morning sun kissing his face from west and south. 

The man began to move towards us with majestic strides, my gaze on the most polished Oxford shoes I'd ever seen as he got closer and closer. 

I forced my foggy vi...

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