Total Destruction: A Game Of Fatal Obsession

est before she even saw the man stan

ell of cheap hospital disinfectant was instantly overpowered by the sharp, expensive scent of cedar and aged whiskey. It was a scent that did n

d her stomach dro

the cold, bottomless blue of his eyes. He wore a dark, custom-tailored Tom Ford suit that made the peeling paint of the corridor

tep back until her shoulder blades hit the freezing concrete wall behind her. Her blue scrubs were damp w

and the messy bun on top of her head. There was no warmth in his gaze. It was an a

nces

. He did not ask how she was. He did not offer a greeting. He j

at to work. It felt like

title as a shield, though her voi

o the inner pocket of his suit jacket. His movements

our help,

eed help from anyone, least of all the orphaned daughte

l light caught the facets of a massive diamond necklace resting on white satin. The glare phy

voice flat and businesslike. "Your

t lights vanished. All Francesca could hear was the frant

iend. The woman eng

loved for seven years. The man she had dra

nted

her face, leaving her skin ice-cold. Her fingers curled inward, her nails digging so deeply into her palms that the

we. He adjusted his left cuff, a small, arrogant movement th

k. "Tell me everything she likes. Her schedule, her preferences. When it is done, I will wi

ce her to hand over the only man she had ever loved to her best fr

sheer cruelty of his offer ignited a fire in her stomach. She looke

g the stale hospital air into her bu

N

final. It was the first time in her

ed from his face, replaced by a sudden, dangerous stillness.

?" His voice was softe

steadier this time, fueled by the adrenalin

closing the distance between them until the toes of his expensive leather shoes touched her che

s from hers. She could feel th

d through every syllable. "Do not challeng