Crossing Lines

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Chapter 67

Aiden

My skull felt like someone was hammering nails from the inside out. The burn of cheap whiskey still coated my tongue, sour and punishing, a hangover wrapped tight around me like barbed wire.

Holy fuck… How did I ever choose whisky as my drink of choice?

Two ibuprofens, a scalding mug o...

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