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road. But from the slow drive and his relaxed posture, Jean was obviously not in a hurry. After that good food and that hot threesome with the sexiest sisters he'd ever had the thrill of fucking at the same time, he was feeling no pain. That wasn't the first time he'd been to the house of the De Luca sisters to have a hot afternoon romp. Those two were insatiable. Jean grinned

urned off the music and began to slow down since the action was ahead o

thought. But what happened next quickly shot down that thought. One moment the soldiers were shooting in one direction, in the next moment, all of them were clutching their bloody hands and screaming murder. They'd been shot by someone. But who? Jean couldn't see anyone. With heart pounding in terror, he quickly parked beneath the closest tree and sunk low into

children of his parents...all boys, he hated anything that had to do with violence. One would expect someone who grew up amongst boys to be used to some violence but that wasn't the case with Jean. He knew how to defend himself when it became very necessary, thanks to the martial arts classes his father had insisted they all take. But that was abo

s end was near. He contemplated calling his mum to say farewell. Then he decided to spare the poor woman and call his twin broth

d to be spared such an anticlimactic death. He was having so much fun in the world to leave it that soon. Maybe he could clean up his act... Jean aske

he cap that had been pulled down low to shield the criminal's eyes. Jean watched as the man stood to his full height right beside his car and aimed at the military men. This time he shot at each man's shoulder. He did it with precision and cheeky ease. Jean gulped audibly. He couldn't help but marvel at the fact that there was no scratch on the man. He w

growled. "What the fu

s face filled with shock and incredulity at the man he'd met about twic

of here Dean," Bra

shot at?" Jean gas

act them to e

hot back. He knew he would be better off having someone w

d exasperated. "Go now before I do otherwise you wil

turned his head to quickly scan th

. Will you just do as I say, you idiot." He growled, growing exasperated by the second. But for the fact that his friend and fellow Arrowhead, Ty, who also happened to be his supervisor, would tear him a new one if Dean lost hi

etorted, sinking even lower into hi

adley growled as he reached into the Conv

st.

m going to kill you myself, you idiot." Even as the pain stole his breath, Bradley leaned against the side of the car and shot at the men running towards

about two bullets hitting his car but he wasn't bothered at all. His main goal was to get Bradley to a hospital. Dr. Jean Broody drove like a maniac. The need to get Bradley medical help overrode any sense of fear he felt. In his head, he dared the shooters to chas