Mated To My Ex's Ruthless Brother
Zoe like a ph
d a curtain of aggressive, swirling ice. The wind howled down 57th Street, tunnel
, soaked from Jade's "accident," began to freeze almost instantly. The wet cashmere turned into a
fingers were red and stiff, b
cars av
t time 55
d by, their "Off Duty" lights glowing like mocking eyes in the gloom. They d
ered, the wind snat
or better luck on Park Avenue. A gust of wi
ch of black ice hidden b
nt dow
d. Pain exploded in her right ankle-a sharp, wh
ed out, clutc
to bear even an ounce of weight. She collapsed back into the s
ichest streets in the world, and felt utterly, comple
was going to be a headline in tomorrow's Po
headlights cut throu
leek black beast. It wasn't a taxi. It was a Maybach, enti
oe shrank back, fear spiking. She
of her. The back window rolled
peared in
pped br
. Dark hair, eyes that looked like shattered obsidian
n Ste
egitimate son. The "Black Sh
s about Julian for years-how he was twisted, jealous
ing over her wet coat, her twisted ankle, her tear-streaked face.
as deep, resonant, barely rais
chattering so hard she could
supreme arrogance. "You're sitting in a slus
a cab," she lied,
clared a state of emergency. Roads are closing. You want to
a handful of ice pellets into Zoe's face. She gasped,
m interior of the car. Then
uxury she cou
she wh
oor opened. A large man in a suit stepped out, marched over, and offered
d onto the l
d shut, sealing
instantly replaced by the smell of expensive leather and a f
sing a button to roll the window back up. He d
coat touch the pristine upholstery. She was shiveri
eached to his side. He grabbed a folded cas
squarely i
at him. "Thank you,"
didn't
ped it around herself, burying her face in the fabric. It
n to move. S
" Zoe asked, her voice raspy.
k pools, unreadable. "Not happening. The West S
n wh
said. "It's thr
oe's chest. "I ca
a happy sound. "Liam left you on the sidewalk
er harder than the cold. She sa
nd garage. The massive steel gate rattled upward, then clanged
with the one person she