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l of the Aston Martin until her
The wipers slashed back and forth frantically, but they could not clear the sheets of water fas
r seat, her pho
on of a second. The text message from her f
liquidation. We ar
her interior of the car suddenly felt too thick to breathe. Her stomach twisted into a tight, pai
en, the traffic light ah
was already stopped dead at the crosswalk.
ht foot slammed down on the brak
e flooded asphalt. The sound
atbelt locked instantly, biting hard into he
ning crunch fi
per of the Rolls Royce. The impact sent a violent shock
dead s
Evelyn rested her forehead against the steering wheel. Her brain was completely blg wiper blades, she saw the crushed rear bumper
solute despair wa
in a sharp black suit stepped out. He opened a large black umb
She pushed her door open and
The wet fabric clung to her skin, making her shiver violently.
ng from the cold. "The rain was blinding. I w
nt of her. His cold eyes
"You just rear-ended Mr. Hawthorne's personal
t physically
. The name Hawthorne felt like a physical blow to her sto
d to the rear passenger window of the Rolls Royce. The gl
rolled down exa
d rain. It was a mix of premium
vous system like a lightning strike. The face of the man she
came from the dar
solute control. It pierced straight through the n
g her
It carried a weight that made
d back and gestur
step she took toward that black window felt like a marc
the window, the heavy rear door s
knocked her backward
tepped out. A massive black umbrella snapped open, in
rne stood in
looked down at her like a predator looking at
tively took a
like an iron vice. His palm was impossibly warm and completely dry
look was sharp enough to cut. Three years of pure
dark rumble. He glanced at the wrecked Aston M
t the sharp pain in her wrist.
n accident. I will p
go. Instead, he j
d chest. Their breath mingled. She coul
ed against the shell of her ear. His voice was a demo
e turned com
ightly, ignoring her shoc
She doesn't take a single

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