Bound To The Ruthless Wall Street Butcher

ne, I can make sure the bridge loan

skin in oil. Under the table, his hand moved. It crawled up her knee, fing

violent lurch, a physical rejection of the man sitting across from her and the situation s

t. She tried to shift her leg away, but his gri

ed off him. "Your stepmother was very clear. If you walk out that door, the marshals will be at your father's gallery

ed around, her eyes darting frantically from table to table. The maître d'

taint of financial ruin was a diseas

going to throw up. She was going to scream. She was trapped in

ir in the r

s a sudden, vacuum-like

e loo

nter of them walked a man who didn't need to rush. He was tall, wearing a suit that cost m

widened, the arrogance draining out of th

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companies for sport. The same man whose name had been plastered across the Financial Times f

he terrified chaos of her mind. Fear

If she thought,

ing over her wine glass. The dark red liquid spl

, jumping up, batting

rt hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. She walked fast, her heels sinkin

ped in her path,

ted. Her voice was h

d, hesitating for a

ne slipped past him. She reac

old and unreadable. He looked down at her, his expression not

ance to speak. She didn't g

the lapels of his jacket with tre

ed her li

. A collective gasp sucked

yielding, and cold. He didn't kiss her back. He stood th

her voice barely a tremor. "Play along, and

muscle in h

ur Sterling, pale and shaking, frozen by the table. He saw the girl in his arms, the ruined daughter of Richard Baxter. But the Ba

rm, and heavy. He cupped the back of he

play along. H

th with a brutal, calculated efficiency. It wasn't romantic. It

The paparazzi were getti

fled toward the side exit

st stumbled. He looked at her, his blue eyes devoid of any

e man standing

vibrated in Elayne's chest. "Find out which bankru

rity guards stepped forward to flank her. She had es