windpipe was immed
ron, his thumb pressing against her larynx with calculat
Burris," Brandon growled. His face was inches from hers, h
ds. She didn't struggle. Th
her to his grip. She stared directly into his
ezing past the blockage in her throat. "Becau
mb stopped pressing down. The intent in h
e a low rumble. "Hansford is too
the oil painting in his study. I know the cipher logic he uses for t
r a long, agonizing seco
oughed, rubbing the red marks already forming on her skin.
elchair, but the threat of violence still hung ar
ith tears of physical pain, bu
she said. "Just a
touched the corner of his mouth. It wasn't
She took a step toward him, holding out her hands. "Chec
y with professional, invasive efficiency. He checked her waist, the li
" he mu
orboard creaked
both
r eyes darting to the door. "He's wa
he cold agent vanished, replace
e the Senator a
the side table. It crashed to the floor, shatterin
oming, filled with a fabricated rage that so
aned in, a twisted smile of relief c
his chair, watching Gina with an arched
a sharp, high-pitched cry. "P
from the desk and threw i
" Brando
miliation she had felt in her past life, every scream she ha
o..." sh
er voice to a whisper. "The ledger is the key to the Sterling investi
t of his jacket and pulled out a small, b
. "Direct line to me. If you fail, G
e device and tucked it into
on st
six feet tall, broad-shouldered, powerful. The wheelchair wa
delicate silk of her robe. With
ii
was sharp
is thumb over her cheek. Hi
e close to hers. "From this mome
ten minutes, letting the silence stretch, lett
et, fixed his cuffs, and w
pene
randon didn't even look at him. He rolled
llway, knowing Hansford was listening around the
floor amidst the shattered lamp and torn silk. S
as pl
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