Alexis cried it out on her garage floor, knowing Cyrus Lee would be back to collect what he said her father owed him. Blinded from pepper spray and too beaten to breathe, she swore the bastard would never see a dime. She called The Pride. I mean, every girl’s father leaves a dial-a-hero number tucked behind the Monet, right? She must have gotten the number wrong, because the hero is Nicholas Lee, Cyrus Lee’s son.
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