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"So, Mr. Guimond, are you going help us or not?" I lifted my head from the cold, sticky bliss of the bar's countertop. Maria was the Rhino's right hand woman. Most guys I knew looked at her with a mix of jealousy and lust, because she was the rhino's and that meant she was off limits. Though, it wasn't hard to understand why Maria was so desirable
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