Chapter 8

TJ nodded, deposited a little white sack on the console, and climbed back into the driver’s seat. “Small town. Someone new moves in, we all know about it. Not much for the gossip mill to talk about as a rule. A new stud definitely fits the bill.” He cranked the engine, backed up, and started yet another reckless race down the street.

Donovan didn’t care. He relaxed into the comfortable leather seat, not bothering to brace himself, hang on or worry about the possibility of that stray dog. Instead, he stared at TJ and wondered what that Pegasus tattoo would taste like. The scent of man, woods, and a slight taste of honey on his tongue lulled him to sleep.

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“You will pay. No one betrays me. No one.” The man’s face clouded in rage as he pointed a finger at Donovan. His eyes, flicking with anger, held a promise. One of retribution. Brutal retribution. “Mark my words. You willpay.”

Donovan jerked awake, the nightmare still fresh in his mind.