Too Late For The Ruthless Don's Regret

Ross

air. De

he building, my hand trembling a

m the suffocating scent of Mia's perfume that seemed to c

driver asked, eying me

my head back against the wor

movement ca

nce. She wasn't wearing a coat

, waving her arms overhead

t I knew better. It wa

i door shut, lock

ld the dri

om the curb, merging in

idn't

at the garage, she

lated. She threw herself dire

Tires screeched against the asphal

to a halt inche

aming as if she'd been hit by a f

d the roar

d out of the garage exit, like

saw Mia draped drama

't see the

had just "hit" his precious

ne roare

yelled, looking in the rearview m

ramm

s deafening.

ass exploded in a

med against

d my eyelids, bri

d tilted

rol until it crashed into a parked d

the chaos. A heav

ood ran warm down my nec

side window, I saw D

t run to

an t

culously unharmed, dusting off her whi

her, his hands checking her face, he

, his voice shaking with rage.

a trembling finger at the

oing, Dante! She saw me

stoo

ned to

pure, unadulterated hat

me through the broken glass. "If you hurt o

between the seat a

y arm was throbbing in

ll me for a crime I didn't commit, t

aughter rose

sping sound, scrapin

it

aug

my lap. I laughed until my ribs ac

ind finally snapping un

ed at me in horror.

ing. The sound

stack of cash-emergency money I'd been hoarding for a rainy

into the

," I said, my v

en, ignoring the pro

t Dante. I didn

ping from my fingertips, flagging do

on