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CHAPTER 17

He was once again back in that damn place. At the entrance, he found a tall, thin guy, probably the maître d’ judging by how he was dressed and his behavior.

“I’m looking for Rhiannon. Where the hell is she?” he asked in a growling tone.

“And who wants to know exactly?” the man arrogantly asked Paxton.

“None of your fucking business!” he exclaimed. “Where is she?” he demanded again, entering the dining room.

The maître d’ placed a hand on his arm, trying to stop him. Paxton almost pinned the man to the wall. He looked at the man’s hand, then at his face.

“Gabe, right? Look, man, you have two options: you can show me exactly where I can find Rhiannon or you can lose your hand,” he said in a menacing voice. “The ball is in your court. What’s it gonna be?”

He gave Paxton a frightened look.

“Maybe she is either in her office or in the kitchen…”

“Thank you,” he replied coldly.

Paxton entered the noisy, crowded dining room of “King’s Wish”,
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