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Brooklyn Tonight was the night. Goose was downstairs, he had been most of the day, and once the guys had her, they had instructions to use her phone to make him believe she was done with him. He would choose me by the end of the night. So when someone knocked on the door, it made me smile. My plan worked, and I already knew who it was. Or at least who it had to be. I swung my legs off the bed slowly, taking my time as I pulled my shirt back on. Being a club girl meant staying ready, but tonight I'd been waiting for something specific. Waiting for Goose to finally break. It had taken longer than I expected, but men always folded eventually, especially when they realized the girl they thought they wanted wasn't enough. Lyssa might have thought she had won, but I knew better. In the end, I a
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