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“You two will come with me,” his English was as thick as a swamp with Spanish.
“f**k off!” Nikita had been about to say something important, but now couldn’t remember what it was. “Private conversation.”
With his hand that wasn’t pinning Sugar’s wrist, he did one of those flashy gang moves to flick out a switchblade instead of just opening it.
Nikita glanced at Sugar, who just grimaced. Amateur!
The way Sugar’s eyes flickered up behind Nikita told her that she was wrong.
Amateurs! More than one.
Sugar jerked her arm toward her chest, dragging the man closer by his grasp on her wrist. Under the table, she planted one of her spike-heeled boots between his legs and hard into his crotch.
His scream hurt Nikita’s ears.
She felt hands come to rest on her shoulders from behind. With a har……
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