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Chapter 8

ISAAC

I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling of my penthouse condo, the flickering neon lights from the Vegas Strip painting distorted patterns across the white surface. Exhausted after a long and shitty night at the club, my body sinks into the king-sized mattress as I listen to the distant sounds of sirens and music from the city that never sleeps.

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