years

he JFK international arr

igh. The terrified, desperate girl who had fled this city was dead. In her place stood a seasoned Wall Street executive, her eyes sharp and unyielding. Eight years of

irmly gripped a

ailored miniature navy suit and dark aviator sunglasses. He pushed a s

lida said, checking her

erry lollipop into his mouth. He scanned the bustli

se, the temperature see

erate pace of a king. He leaned heavily on a custom silver-headed cane. A phala

ated by the sheer aura of wealth an

with the VIP waiting area w

rds stepped slightly to the side to avoid a lugga

heels and tapped the botto

ac

group sto

ide his jacket, his hand resting on the grip of his con

lollipop. His small, deli

ly pulled down his aviator sunglasses, le

odyguard's eyes. His gaze was freezing, carrying a wei

e delay, turned his he

nded on Dam

t. The old man's hand clamped down on

ose. The pitch-black eyes that looked at t

ctly what Jax looked l

inst his ribs. He took a shaky step forward,

er phone call. She spun around, instantly se

eways, placing her body entirely between Damio

river, jogged up, out of breath

n't look at Ephriam. She grabbed Damion

cked his path. By the time he shoved them aside, Alida and Damion

ar pulled away, merging seamlessly

on the terminal flo

d bodyguard as

Find that car. Find out who that woman is. I want ev

e glanced at the rearview mirror, watchin

uards. He turned to his mother, his voice dropping its childish innocence for a brief, chilling second. "Mom, that old man with the cane-he looked