![]() Moretti had been in there for several minutes. That was how he’d found Sammi.Įdging closer to the corner of the house, Sammi dared to peek around it. Moretti would be getting some odd stares, but it wouldn’t be the first time the big goon had cruised gay bars looking for boys for his boss. Donovan’s muscle Moretti pried his massive body from the seat then disappeared inside the nightclub. Three breaths later the passenger door opened. The car slowed, pulled to the curb, and stopped in front of the bar. With a quick gasp he straightened back against the wall and disappeared into the shadows. He bent, coiled to spring from his position, when Donovan’s black Lincoln slid around the corner and, like a shark hunting for prey, cruised toward him. If he ran, he could be inside before the traffic light at the corner changed. For someone with no money, no identity and no friends, being homeless could be deadly. Sammi doubted he could survive much longer on the streets of Houston before Donovan picked him up and dragged him back to the penthouse. ![]() Donovan and his thugs would be searching for him again tonight. With his teeth clenched so tightly they ached, Sammi watched for the black Town Car. There was no way he was going to return to Donovan. ![]() ![]() His heart thudded as he pressed his back against the rough brick, and with a quick movement he swiped away the hair that fell over his eyes. Sammi slipped between the shadows of the houses that bordered the avenue. ![]()
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