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the chemical fog. She didn't recognize this
was oily with false sincerity, nauseatingly familiar-a voi
ce. One night with you, and she'll be putty in your hands. Think
sive. "A gift? Rick, let's be honest. You're selli
in her blood vanished, replaced by a chilling certa
lamming against her ribs like a trapped bird. The man who walked in was young,
ing over her. "Your daddy said you'd be eager to meet me." He be
ing faster than it ever had before. She let her eyes stay half-
ser, his cologne thick and suffoca
instant, Chloe's hand shot out-not to embrace him, but to grab the heavy crys
d metal striking bone
nd shock, his hand flying to the side of
launched herself off the bed
od directly in her path, blocking the elevators. Marco Sullivan, Ethan's body
word screamed
bleeding head, his face twisted with rage. "
rble floor. The only way out was at the end o
her hands fumbling with the latch. It swung
ar below, a dizzying
whore," Ethan snarled, advanci
out from the hotel's side entrance, a small, dark rectangle i
r pursuers, then climbed onto the win
ing impact that knocked the air from her lungs. The canvas ripped, but it slowed her descent just enough. She
e alley and into the rain pouring down on the street. The rain plastered th
assive silhouette appeared at the
nd powerful, glided down the street with the silent autho
erself into the middle of the street, direct
, its engine humming a low, menacing growl. The
, severe, and utterly emotionless. His eyes were cold, l
etting closer. Her voice cam
lp
where Ethan had emerged from the alley, his face a mask of rage. A flicker of emot

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