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“You look like my fan.” Shane’s eyes snapped open. “It’s not too late for me to leave. You know that, right?” Rozanov pulled back and looked at him, grin wide on his face as his first finger entered Shane. “Yes. But you won’t.” Shane struggled to hold the annoyance in his face as Rozanov’s finger moved quicker. “You like this. You like looking like I picked you from the crowd, to be my prize.” — The 2014 Las Vegas chapter but Ilya has Shane wear his Boston jersey