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I had turned into somewhat of a zombie over the last few months , working constantly and moving more product than I had in years , not that I needed the money or the rush of a constant danger of rivals or being caught by the feds. I had done it for the distraction, to keep myself busy and from being alone with my gorgeous, brunette banker. It was a pathetic attempt I knew that, just like I knew that Rachael would not abide by my decision to end our affair so abruptly. We had easily slipped back into business mode of strictly laundering money, which consisted of late night money counts and seeing one another at occasional social functions. But underneath the inane conversation and false put ons , I knew she was waiting patiently for just the right moment to try and explain why she had married the district attorney , the only person in town I didn't have in my pocket , that I couldn't control by either money or fear . So I had worked and avoided being completely alone with her , someone was always with me lately whether it was , my best friend and business partner Becca , or my ever present bodyguard Buzz or another bodyguard , none of them knowing they were just a buffer for the thick , still growing sexual tension between myself and the banker . Tonight would be a different story, Becca my faithful best friend had blown me off for dinner with a new beau, Buzz had the night off, because he had been working security for me five days straight and needed the rest, and any of the other bikers that I hired as security would have stood out at the Chatham Country Club like a hooker in church. Seasoned felons mingling among Savannah's social elite was laughable but also to me it seemed hypocritical , ...

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