Bound By Blood: The Billionaire's Contract

ng against the wet pavement. The rain had started in

ooked like she was about to protest the detour, Dawn would let out a dry h

trina muttered. "Dozier is going

than a spectacle

It was a darker route, lined with dense woods that swallowed the headlights. This

" Catrina complaine

O'Malley said. "Faste

er intel pinpointed the time of impact at 7:4

were

Catrina snapped. "I'm miss

ss Catrina," O'Malley

's what they called a highly probable, high-impact threat that everyone ignored until it was too

Jennings Stafford was abou

," Dawn sa

d at her. "You just w

w down!" Da

the authority in her t

in

shape had sheared through the guardrail on the curve. It wasn't a norma

he brakes fully. The Lincoln skidded, the anti-l

alt twenty yards fr

a heartbeat, broken only by t

hat?" O'Malley

, just drive. That's none of our busi

ady unbucklin

grabbed her arm. "It's p

d on her arm, then up at her

ed at her face instantly, soaking the silk dress within seconds. It wa

ey yelled, scrambli

guardrail. The mud was slippery, sucking at her heels. She kicked t

from the engine block. The smell of gasoline was th

attered but held together by the lamination-b

rom the rear window

nating the interior in a

er the wheel, his neck at

was a mask of blood, but those eyes... she would know those

gs Sta

s off her prison sentence. The man whose calculated disappearance for three months would

re. Dying in the mud while she was me

this