Prologue

Pleasures of the Damned

We were asleep less than an hour when someone started pounding on the front door. I thought it was the cops. My worst nightmare. My heart was thumping hard as I imagined myself being dragged out of bed, cuffed and carted off to jail for the rest of my life. I wasn’t sure what was my crime, but I knew I was guilty.

I did a quick run down of last night in…

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