Bound By Blood: The Billionaire's Contract

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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

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wed her lower lip to tremble just slightly. It was a perf

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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

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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

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