Return Of The Lethal Unwanted Heiress

ugh the thick afternoon heat

skin. Ricky, the teenage apprentice, stood three feet away with a wrench in his hand

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icky breathed,

ed a filthy rag onto the hood.

metal workbench behind her. The calle

nd sour coated the back of her throat. She

around in the

ce filled the garage.

breath and reached for

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cold burned down her t

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her like a pu

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is shoulder blades hitting metal.

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uscles to loosen

ow," she said, voice dropping back to a l

play games with me, Allison. You have

ne wen

the crushed can across the room. It slammed i

going back to those people?

m the magnetic strip. The blade caught the dim light. She bent dow

," Allison said softly, "I'm t

e oil from her hands. Cold water rushed over her left wrist, washing over th

oing numb. The ang

t dry. It scratched the back of her throat. Within seconds, the freezing sensation in

on the wall, shoved her arms into the sleeves, and zipp

black motorcycle and pulled her matte black helmet ov

e motorcycle tore out of the dir