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Prologue

A failed as shot

In a private suite in the south wing of the Prestons of Chicago’s medical center, Luke Preston s he hated about hospitals Even his own

The stupid robes

The fact that the nurses looked at you with virginal mercy rather than intense lust, which were the looks he was most accustomed to

The fact that he did not rule here, as lord and master, but his doctors did

And the fact that everyone saw fit to visit uninvited and give him a little bit of shitty advice

Like his friends, who now surrounded his bed with consternated faces because eleven days ago, Luke had been shot and the bullet barelyinto the top chambers of his heart

Now they were showing hi Miracle” because had the bullet been a hair closer to the right, he would’ve died Yeah, right, that was Luke, the Walking Miracle

But what happened eleven days ago wasn’t ain a hospital bed didn’t constitute a miracle to Luke, who’d never even had a sprain his whole life Plus everyone kneas a cad—clearly, the heart in his chest was just for pus and shit

Hell, he could probably still live without one

And yet here he was now, in a private suite, eating the same crappy food all the other people in the hospital ate, and so far, not one nurse had given him a blow job That was not the way to treat one of the owners of the hospital, as far as he was concerned

He was a sexy man Everybody wanted him His famed and acclaimed advertisements for one of his own irl cover; he was every wo, thick cock perfectly delineated under those damned white briefs—hell, his dick and balls could barely fit inside, he was so well endowed

But it seemed that when you were in a hospital, your sex appeal considerably diminished once you donned those stupid robes and were hooked up to an IV and shit

He was angry froone without it for so long Even his fat, elderly, nightti thing he’d had all day was his bandage change

“You sure you didn’t see his face, Luke?” Daniel Lexington demanded

Daniel stood next to his sister, Chloe, and another one of Luke’s good friends, Graves Buchanan, who’d been exclusively banging the luscious Chloe for over a ood friend, Cade West, stood alone by theHe was actually a very moody motherfucker, one who rarely spoke and when he did, it was usually to piss on so wife’s death years ago

“No, asshole,” Luke told Daniel “I didn’t see the bastard’s face, I was too busy getting murdered”

“Co It’ll help the authorities nail the bastard if you get your head out of your ass and give them some useful information”

“I ht have seen hi not to die”

And when his would-be killer had arrived, Luke had been too busy screwing the brains out of the woy style on the bed to even realize they had a visitor until a jarring sound exploded in the rooh a chunk of his chest had been torn off

So, no

When he’d rolled off to the side in a be hard-on, Luke hadn’t had the presence of un aimed, and shot him All he kneas that he, Luke Preston, billionaire playboy, charent man loved by many and with no ene a shit load of blood and he should probably call so of some smart words to be remembered by