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ds open, and the luxury hotel suite swam in and out of focus before her eyes. A thick, syrupy heat pulsed through her veins, making her skin feel so

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

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where Ethan had emerged from the alley, his face a mask of rage. A flicker of emot