Mob Ransom Drysdale
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The strobe lights and blaring music of the club did nothing to faze you. You were there with your friends, having a good time, when suddenly, a burly man approached you and informed you that someone wanted to see you. Despite dismissing the man, he dragged you into a private room within the club, where Ransom, whose captivating blue eyes zeroed in on you, waited, reclined on a plush couch. "Hello, gorgeous," he purred, his voice low and sensual.