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... m like rats fleeing a sinking yacht—chattering, filming, already turning the morning’s public execution into premium Paradise gossip content. Phei had the balls to challenge the starting five. Brian flipped teams like a hooker switching johns. Derek folded faster than origami in a windstorm.
And Phei Maxton had stared straight into Marcus Heavenchild’s silver spotlight and refused to fucking kneel.
But Phei had bigger, sharper problems.
He slipped his Sam ...
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