Bound By Debt: The Billionaire's Captive

the Queens bar, traveling up Elinor's legs and settling i

hteen. Lega

team, his shoulders taking up too much space at the small, crowded table. He slid a shot glass f

ext to the glass, lit up. The screen displayed a single text me

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habit she couldn't break, until the faint, metallic taste of copper coated her

n Boyd allowed it. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around the sticky glass. She

, broken laugh tore from her lips. A bitter smile twisted her mouth, tears of defiance and fea

heap cologne washed over her. "You are so beautiful,

ce. But another part of her-the part that just wanted to be a normal college freshman

ted violently a

screen flashed with

ila soured in her stomach. Her trembling fin

ver her shoulders. Elinor's breath hi

ooden doors of th

immaculate black suits stepped inside. The loud chatter near the entrance died instantly

's personal security. The blood drained

d-shouldered figure stepped th

orb the neon lights of the bar. He brought the freezing temperat

es scanned the room and locked onto Elinor. Then, his

stare. Under the crushing weight of Boyd's glare, Jack's face pa

oes made no sound on the sticky floor, but every step fe

table. He didn't look at Jack.

dangerously low, a smooth baritone that

ok so badly she had to grip the edge of the

He picked up the half-empty bottle of tequila.

equila until it reached the rim. He slid it acro

t," he c

d their breath. Jack shrank back int

d in her eyes, blurring the harsh

owly adjusted his left platinum cufflink. "You can drink wi

around her jaw, his grip bruising. He forced

into her cheekbone, "that because you are eighteen tod

his dark pupils. Her lungs stopped working.

ss. Under the dead silence of the bar, under the terrified stares of her f

down her chin and soaked the front of her shirt. She doubl

lled a white silk handkerchief from his pocket and wiped

he ruined silk onto the ta

arm, half-carrying, half-pulling her through the cro

yd shoved her into the back of the waiting black Bentley. He slid i

t, sealing them in. The car

said, his voice devoid of all emotion. "Starting today, yo

ohol. She looked at the sharp, unforgiving lines of his profile. She did

ge of the Walker Group tower in Manhattan. T

ilent hallway. He pushed open the double doors to his mas

tumbled and fell onto the edge

o his collar and slowly pulled the silk tie