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"Why were you being followed around the bar by those men and what is your name?" "Are you serious? If you are waiting for me to thank you or something its not happening. You ruined my plan when you started hitting those men in front of everyone and I am not telling you my name or anything for that matter." "Well, those are some wise words. Where did you learn to fight like that and what are you doing in a club like this?" By now I just wanted to knock him out cold so I could leave, but he seemed dangerous and by the questions he was asking, he seemed too nosy and would want to kill me. "If I were you, I would suggest you leave this alone and let me go, unless you want to die a little sooner than expected?" He glared at me and flared his nostrils. I had definitely gotten to him now. Her name is Frances Monroe.They tried to kill her, but they didn't succeed. She doesn't know why, she doesn't care why but she knows who. She is coming for them with everything she's got. His name is Orion Scout. His daily life consists of guns, bullets, beers, girls, clients and anything he wants. He never intended to meet such a beauty with the name of Frances Monroe, but she intrigued him.
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