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BLAKE’s POV :
“Thanks for meeting me here,” I said as I rolled down the car’s window.
The black SUV parked right next to me also rolled their window down, revealing Danny’s face, wearing a pair of dark sunglasses. “No problem,” he said.
“You got what I asked?”
“It’s all there,” Danny pulled out a big brown envelope and I quickly swiped it from him before anyone in this parking lot might see.
“What happened to your face?” I narrowed my eyes at him. Underneath his sunglasses, I could see bruises and cuts all over his face.
Danny stifled a laugh and pulled his sunglasses down, revealing the full scale of his wounds. “Underground fighting ring,” he answered. “It’s a fun sport,”
Danny used to work as my family’s personal inve
