Bound By Blood: The Billionaire's Contract
raffic on the Long Island Expressway was grinding to a halt. It was the perf
er off the vanity mirror. The light automa
ucent almost, without the gray undertone of malnutrition. But it was her eyes that held h
then curled them into a fist. She did it again. Flexion. Extensi
favorite song. Incision. Flap. Dura. The knowledge was there. The muscle memory was there. They had taken
still
furiously on her phone screen. "This servic
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ttle mous
of the ulcers she'd developed during the trial. D
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e jumpy. What is wrong with
e family's favorite euphe
wed her lower lip to tremble just slightly. It was a perf
Dawn whispered. "The
as if anxiety were contagious. "Don't start this, Dawn. Not tonight. The Montgome
brushed the orange bottle of Xanax. She
sick," Dawn said, addin
ck again. "Miss Da
g her head between her knees. It wasn't entirely a lie. The proximity to Catri
" Dawn said, her voice muffled by her
wdown, Miss,"
moved tonight, and a rival firm had contracted a team to intercept. The resulting 'accide
lly. "I need to get out. I ne
ng on the highway!
steel in her voice slipped throug
blinked.
e leather armrest until her knuckles turned white. "I'm goin
at her own dress. The threa
t! We'll drop her at the estate and then you can drive me
nodded. "
g exit ramp. As the car tilted, turning away from the city, away fr
changed
nning away. She was ru