Chapter 27

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Thirteen's POV I hate clubs. But of course, it just happens to be the one place Jackson Storm feels the most comfortable meeting. In my opinion, he only chooses clubs because of how little most of the girls in here are wearing. Plus, drunk people make really easy marks. I drum my fingers along the counter of the bar I'm currently sitting at and mentally curse Lily for choosing and outfit for me, and then locking me out of my room so I could not change out of said outfit. Granted, I'll give her credit for choosing the heeled boots that keep my scars hidden, but the black dress she's chosen for me is so tight that there is absolutely no room for me to hide any weapons of any kind, let alone actually fight in if need be. The only thing that could make this dress any worse, would be if i

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