Page 65 of Thirst Trap

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Calming the chaos.

…I miss you.

Fuck. Send.

Then the clients arrived.

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Four men. One talking. Two bored. One twitchy.

Too twitchy.

Lucas stayed still. Calculating.

Logan leaned back, one hand grazing the pistol under his jacket.

Maddison caught it too. The shift. The jacket. The hand moving too fast.

Time slowed.

“The offer is generous,” the lead said.

The twitchy one twitched again.

Lucas’s nostrils flared. “Then why the hesitation?”

Movement. Gun.

Logan moved.

Lucas stepped back.

But Maddison?

She didn’t hesitate.

CRACK.

The man hit the ground. His weapon clattered beside him.

Everyone froze.

Except Maddison. She slid the gun back beneath her dress, smooth as silk. “As you were saying, Mr. Creams,” she said evenly, stepping aside like she hadn’t just killed a man.

Lucas stared at her. So did the room.

Logan smirked. “Told you she wasn’t just ass and attitude.”

Lucas’s voice was steady, barely.

“Clean it up. We’re continuing.”

And they did. Because you don’t say no to a Cream.

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The meeting ended over a corpse.

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