Pampered By The Assassin Family

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her nostrils. She gasped, her small chest h

The skin was pale, dotted with faded, thin scr

n's mocking laughter echoed in her skull. Ava clamped her hands over her e

rated through the thin

reezing linoleum floor. Her knees shook, but she forced her

them. Three black Cadillac Escalades rolled to a slo

ad vehicle, the silver lion and shie

heart hammered against her ribs, beating so fast it made h

enter's director, her voice dripping with sickening sweetness as she greeted th

ck to that hell. She would rather die rig

m jacket off the back of a chair, and

Ava pressed her back against the peeling wallpaper and ran. She moved like

d the corn

jacket stepped out from t

into a broad chest that smelled fa

he stumbled backward, her arms flailing a

he movement was a frantic, desperate lunge of a startled bystander, but the large, rough

t beard and heavy black-rimmed glasses. His eyes

flannel shirt. Frayed, faded jeans. He looked lik

echoed from the other end of the hall. T

ed the hem of the man's flannel shir

ce cracking with raw, desperate

, shivering girl gripping his shirt. His thi

louder. Ava's entire body con

s. Behind his thick glasses, his dull gaze widened in alarm, hold

ep, he turned his broad shoulders, completely

d briskly past the intersection behind

ed. Once the sound of their footsteps fa

ed into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled,

g of his wife, Carrie. She had been compla

oice a lazy, low drawl. He turned and sta