I Was Kidnapped, He Married His First Love

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doned Brooklyn warehouse was thick. It

fistful of her hair.

a sharp cry. H

et of his dirty jacket. He p

ed her thumb onto the sensor. The

luminated Dwayne's scarred face.

at a name.

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rang on

, a

ted through the tiny speaker. It was the string

voice cut through the music

ed a cold, heavy tactical knife against her carotid artery. The sharp ed

ant one million dollars in cryptocurrency. I will send you the wall

voice echoed in the background.

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. When she was kidnapped, her fianc

dripped with absolute disdain. "Hiring a thug t

the knife. The blade dug deeper. The sting was nothing compa

d," Jerod said coldly. "You lack basi

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rt slowed to a heavy, hollow thud. Her hands stopped pu

t her

. His face turned red. The

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one against the

ces of glass and plastic

lon's chest. The last four years of her life, her compromises, her d

r. He kicked a metal

wayne muttere

Falon. A sick, twisted sm

pulled out a syringe. The barrel was

king the needle. "I might as well have some fun.

instinct exploded in her brain.She thrashed aga

pinned her left shoulder

into her thigh.He jammed the needle into th

bloodstream, it felt like liquid n

dle out and stepped b

retreat, Falon threw her e

the chair back splintered and snapped. The

friction tore the skin off her

the syringe and reached

hand brushed against a jagged sh

es sliced into her palm and W

lunged

ove the glass shard deep into th

to his knees. Blood spurted from the wound, soaking his

arm away and stum

el and broken glass on the floor

moment, the

rk shadows. Her body temperature spiked, a strange, burn

. The sharp pain and the taste o

r and threw her body against it. T

her instantly. I

d from inside the warehouse. She heard

She sprinted into the p

an into her eyes, stinging them. The heavy, wet fabric

rner into a nar

black Maybach. The engine was running. T

ps echoed behind her.

e threw her body onto the

hed windshield. She locked eyes wi

rk, piercing, and carri