Dirtymasseur 21 01 10 Rachel Starr Oil Baroness... < Exclusive Deal >

“No,” she said, and for a moment she sounded almost human. “I bought them. Paid triple market. One family still sends me a Christmas card. The others… they tell stories. Stories are cheaper than lawsuits.”

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His hands paused over a tight cluster of muscle near her kidney. “This is where you hold your regrets.”

“They say I dried up three family farms to drill a horizontal lateral under their water table.” “No,” she said, and for a moment she

“You know what they call me?” she murmured, face mashed into the cradle.

He looked at her — really looked, past the armor, past the fortune, to the girl from Odessa who’d stolen her first pump jack at nineteen. “I’m the man who remembers what your body forgets to say.” One family still sends me a Christmas card

Rachel’s eyes opened. “How did you—?”