Stolen Fortune, Stolen Heart: The Caged Ward

. She had done it. She had faced the Wolf of Wall Street and walked aw

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the stray cat s

any stepping out of the adjacent car, clutching a Birkin bag like a sh

d coolly. "I'd love to

ng doors. "Coming from his office? Did you have to get on your kn

d upstairs shattered. She stepped forward, using her height-she w

n said, her voice deadly quiet. "And how's your an

red. She raised her hand, palm

. It was effortless. She squeezed, j

woman's hand away. "You want to make a scene? The security guards here work for Arturo. Who

ou think he cares about you? You stupid little girl. He's using

froze. "W

d too much. Her eyes darted

amon demanded,

d Arturo's been cleaning it up for years. He needs you to sign off on the final transfer. That's w

n money? Her father died bankru

mon said, but her voi

innamon, knocking her shoulder hard enough to

ed over. "Ms. Taylor?

ing a smile. "I'm fine. Ms. Watts was

and escorted a protesting

g over the guard's shoulder. "You'll regret th

mon like a physica

e Mi

e uncontrollably. Chase. The guy from college. The one who sent her jars of his hai

n a psychiatric facilit

call the driver. She walked blindly down the busy s

e is

t, panic-stricken gasps. She ordered a black coffee ju

Her fingers shook so bad s

iller.

ped up. It was new. C

as a black square. Th

s a p

treet, wearing a charcoal pencil skirt a

From behind. Take

el is back. She looks so

, staring out the window at the throngs of people rushing past. Ever

e was watching

Arturo. Her thumb hovered ov

in her head. He's using y

up. He would use this as an excuse

ldn't c

led Mia

steadying with grim purpose. "Pl

said. "Where are

exactly as I say. Get a burner phone. Contact that freelance security guy, the ex-Mossad one we used for that auction in

the coffee cup, but the warmth didn't penetrate

ie lowered his phone. He smiled, a jagged, broken thing. He watched the