Prisoner No More, Queen Of The Game

ntence is complete. Som

rough the stale air like a blade. Aimee's pen faltered, and a fat drop of in

ing beyond cold steel bars - Laurence Bennett, her

ring you back," he said,

esigner watch on his wrist flashing with an almost clinical chill. "You've had it hard

it

ost slipped fro

mises were pain

e gentle words, only to shove her - the real daughter - into p

ven bothered to show up. Instead, Rylie's hired thugs had been

ad erased every trace of her existenc

r chest for so long that it

orld for years before uncovering the cruel tr

ie would bring prosperity, while Aimee herself was labeled a curse. They'd cast her aside li

d her rebirth, pulling her back to t

ly forged an alliance with Andreas Reid, a calculat

d me home to the Bennett family, y

unsettling composure, her voice low an

ou know how my prison life was? Someone ev

atience glinting in his eyes. "Things weren't simpl

nett, yo

blame for that

ted her head, meeting his furious stare without blinking. "Laure

n flesh and blood just t

arp crack echoing through the room. He shot to his feet, veins tighteni

ight to talk about

nn

tter smile as a dry, humorles

nd raised on scraps of kindness in some forgotten

few possessions - a frayed canvas bag with seams

like a whip behind her. "If you walk away fro

r her shoulder, Aimee answered,

y summer sun spilled across her face, m

uch a long time, she felt like a s

s polished surface gleaming beneath the sun. The tinted window slid d

Reid sent me to pic

sion, the driver moved around to

d into the plush leather seat

he caught sight of Laurence bu

the luxury car purred away, l