The Wicked Princess Returns: Breaking the Arrogant Heir

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ine, a beast waiting to be unleashed. Chicago's skyline loomed ahead, a jagge

led on the curbs. My grip on the leather steering wheel was relaxed, but my eyes scanned every

y across the right lane, forcing cars to bottle-neck. It looked like a mundane

en I s

the engine. Their hands were busy near the ground, and a glint of silve

the carbon fiber bumper off my car and leave me

able," I

n't b

flinch. I jerked the wheel hard to the left, cutting into the oncoming lane for a split second, then wh

cable, the rear fender missing the trap by a breath. With a surge of acceler

adow Club*, a notorious watering hole for the city's degenerat

is hand, his face twisted in a mixture of shock and dis

the Pagani to a screeching halt ri

The Associates who had set the

at my face, but the heat of my rage kept me warm. I smoothed the

voice calm, cutting through the quiet street like a razo

sycophants. "Look who it is! The Nun of Palermo returns." He laughed, a grating, wet sou

round him

mply stared up at him

st there you wouldn't embarrass your grandfather. Though, let's be honest, Felton Moreno is

es. Insulting me was one thing. Insulting

finished?

re)," Kinsey spat. "Go back to your car b

t look at Kinsey anymore. I looked at the shadow cast by the clu

ly. It wasn't a sho

ckered in th

y. She was a ghost in a suit, silent and lethal. I had brought her back wi

e another sip of his dr

tered on the p

e back of his expensive cashmere coat and the belt of his trousers.

test was cut short as Kris sl

I said, my voice

te. She tipped Kin

pty air. He was dangling now, held only by Kris's iron grip on his ankle. He hung upside down, twen

screamed, swinging wildly. "Pull

sociates on the street made a move to intervene, but I shot them a glare so venomous they halted in

Kinsey," I said, tilting m

ue of judgment, waiting for my nex