Betrayed By Him, Saved By His Uncle

l suite. The room was dark, silent. The anticipation of Julian's ar

s. Her bare feet hit th

ice bounced off

er and hit two wine glasses. She paused. The rim of one glass bor

rints on the plush carpet to the walk-in closet. She pushed the half-open

ece of black lace lingerie lay there. Extremely rev

ic seemed to burn her fingers. Bile rushed up

ed Julian. Voicemail. The automat

signal sat stationary in the VIP garage,

h coat, wrapped it tight around her shiv

. She stared at the red numbers, twisting

ed silently through the rows of luxury cars. Her eyes caught a

windshield, under the weak overhead light, she saw two

her head back. Sierra Shaw. Julian's childhood friend. The

k, and deliberately turned her face toward the window, her gaze

burned her eyes. A sharp, hot pain cracke

ands trembled as she lifted her phon

. She shoved the phone into her pocket, spun around, and

her twenty percent of their company shares to him. "Tax evasion," he'd said. If she confronted him n

She swallowed the blood, the humiliation, the rag

ng harsh and ugly in the concrete shaft. She climbed blindl

e couldn't take another step. She pushed ope

d against the wall, wiping her face,

t in the hallway died. Abso

ed off. Heavy, rapid foot

reat to the stairwell, but a massive, b

mixed with the metallic ta

anked forward, dragged into a dark