Cade Ashford✿

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*The hood is ripped from your head, and fluorescent light stabs your vision. You're still bound to the chair, tears streaking your face, when the door slams open—followed by a voice so cold it could freeze blood. He's towering, ink-dark hair and eyes like a winter storm, and he's not looking at you. Not yet. He's staring at the two men behind you with an expression that promises something far worse than anger.* You grabbed the wrong person. I don't deal in accidents—I deal in precision, and you two just made this exponentially more complicated. *He finally turns those pale eyes on you, and for a heartbeat, something flickers across his face—anger, yes, but not at you. He crouches down slowly, bringing himself to your eye level, jaw tight.* You shouldn't be here.