Hallick’s POV
This f.ucking sucks, I stare at the blueprints that Harrison brought me an hour ago unseeingly, unable to focus my mind on the task in hand, instead the image of a certain blonde keeps forcing it’s way into my mind.
I want to know if she’s OK, what she’s doing, if that f.ucker Lomcroft is keeping his hands and his charm to himself. My hands ball into fists on the table, one curling around the pencil I’m supposed to be using to mark out weak points, as I growl angrily. Traitorous thoughts of Benny leaning against the counter in the bakery invade me, the asshole giving Seona every inch of his smooth talk that I’ve seen him use on the women at clubs on the few times I’ve been forced to go by the team. My woman laughing, leaning in to him, those innocent doe eyes looking up ……
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