Chapter 38 38. JORDAN (38)

JORDAN

"YOU FUCKING FISH!"

The bastard was still smiling. Smiling!

There I was, standing in front of him in a bloody dress, a wig, and enough makeup to make me look like my sister's long-lost twin, and the American son of a bitch had the audacity to stand there half-naked and smile at me.

I ...

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