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took a toll on him. It was a dark time
    in Sam’s life, but now he needed to move on. And the fact he seemed
    smitten with the fiery, gorgeous werewolf beside him was in a way
    fantastic news. In another way, it wasn’t.
    Because deep down, Jake knew he too was enthralled with her.
    Yes, she showed a tough exterior to the world, but now that they had
    spent some time together, he had witnessed another side of her. He
    saw how hurt she was by Sam’s insensitive words earlier and how she
    tried to hide it behind a façade. He realized she wasn’t tough at all.
    She was really vulnerable and insecure, and he wanted to be the one
    to help her become confident in herself.
    Just like Sam, it was time he also moved on. Jenny was dead and
    never coming back. He would always love her, but now he needed to
    start living once more. And he felt maybe he could do that with
    Triala. No doubt, their sexual attraction for one another was intense.
    But then again so was the sexual magnetism between her and Sam.
    Damn, things were already so complicated and nothing had
    happened yet. He stared at the road up ahead. In a few minutes, they’d
    be arriving at the motel where Tom waited for them. Now was not the
    time to think about Triala and a future with her. Now was the time to
    put their plan into motion, because if they didn’t do everything just
    right, one of them, if not all of them, could get killed. Soon they’d be
    entering dangerous territory where sometimes even saying the wrong
    thing was signing one’s own death warrant.
    God help them all that they didn’t fuck it up.
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    Chapter 8

    It was now or never. Sam sighed deeply.
    They waited in the Camaro outside the Raven’s Nest after having
    followed Tom here twenty minutes ago from the motel where he laid
    out the details of their covers. They would be playing the parts of out-
    of-town drug dealers who came to Anchorage hoping to make
    important contacts and start selling their high- grade cocaine here.
    Tomorrow, Tom would be giving them a small sample of cocaine
    he took from the police department’s evidence room, so they could
    have prospective clients try it. But for tonight, it was time they made
    their entrance and first contact. If only his hands would stop sweating
    and his heart pounding so fast in his chest. He needed to look the part
    of a confident and shrewd drug dealer, but he hardly felt sure.
    He had to admit he had never been this nervous on an assignment
    before, even when he was on the force and in more danger than now.
    But at least then he knew where he stood with his partners working
    with him on the case. Now, he may know where he stood with Jake,
    but with Triala he had no freaking idea.
    She hadn’t spoken to him or even given him any attention while
    they talked with Tom. She just sat beside them, quiet as a mouse,
    listening to the conversations with a blank face. What the hell was
    going through her mind was the million-dollar question. Would she
    continue to play the part of their girlfriend, or would she not?
    He didn’t try asking her in the car because he was afraid he’d get
    her angrier. Then for sure her cooperation would be minimal.
    While Sam wondered about Triala, Jake stepped out of the
    Camaro first, saying, “Okay, it’s time. Let’s go.”
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    Sam and Triala followed his suit, not uttering a word. He glanced
    at her a couple of times as they walked to the club’s entrance trying
    not to make it obvious he stared at her. Her indifferent expression
    hadn’t changed.
    The moment they stepped into the club, Sam’s eyes grew big. He
    certainly hadn’t expected the place to be packed. Usually, the places
    where drug dealers and users made business were half empty dumps,
    not popular clubs like this. That only meant one thing. The market
    was ripe and very demanding in these parts.
    No wonder it didn’t take Tom long to come up with the perfect
    cover for them. Supply and