Too Late: The Don's Regretful Pursuit

ttempting to flee with a broken leg and

k to the house

in. He looked up, surprised, mid-sip of his scotch. He probably

he guilt was fleeting. The anger from the accident had faded, re

if reclaiming his property. "I'm glad you're back. Listen, abo

if he hadn't

from his pocket. The Ce

omething nice? Redecorate the

buy a small island. He was trying to buy my silence. He was

k the

relieved.

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choing in the quiet ro

red. "What the he

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m. I didn't rede

me. The designer bags. The shoes.

d the bags onto my lap and wheeled them i

e engagement ring. A five-carat flawless

into the trash can next to the toilet. It land

ang. It wa

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I said. "With

g. They claim to have proof of Jax's off-book deals i

my eyes.

d, panic rising in his tone. "If they do, Jax loses his seat. He

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his is lif

I said. "And

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ting the cord. "H

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as happening. Jax had exposed the family to protect Catalina

forging the documents, making the calls, smoothing the ruffle

I looked at the trash can whe

r speeding out of the driveway. He was probably going to "

to start a

y life, I wasn't going to s

er I had memorized but never used. A c

when the line connected.

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g for Jax Viles. And I wasn't