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iesel engine shattered the pristine

lace among the manicured hedges and silent electric sports cars of

ar driveway. Its bright yellow warning lights flashed in aggressive, rhythmi

doors. He was still wearing his silk pajamas, wavin

have the wrong address!" Mark

out onto the marble portico. My stiletto

y voice wasn't loud, but it cut s

quiet, accommodating wife who let Cornelia berate her over lukewarm tea. But right now, he physically recoiled, his sh

an in a high-visibility vest jumped down from the cab.

e deeply respectful as he veri

ned authorization waiver and pointed a single ma

handelier were over twenty cu

ve workers in heavy canvas jumpsuits poured out

he embossed leather handles with rough, calloused han

Tom Ford and Armani suits-was hoisted into the air a

switch on the si

was a high-pitched mechanical whine followed by the sicke

Italian wool, silk ties, and custom brass buckles were

of breaking wood and ripping fabric, the suffocating weight I

edition Himalayan Birkin bag was tossed in next. T

contact name. I slowly turned my head and locked eyes with him. My gaze was a physical blow. M

loor, the noise finally b

ask tangled in his hair. The mechanical

e shouted to the empty room. He assumed I was th

sting into a scowl. "Crazy, unhinged bitch

y pieces of high-end luggage were swallow

squeezed the entire pile into a single, dense cube of garbage. A sour, chemi

p the steps and handed me

nch coat pocket. I pressed the nib to the paper

, lifting the edge of my coat. I took a deep

suite blazed on. The French doors leading to the

his silk robe, his face

blinding beams catching him dead in the eyes. Jackson

at the driveway. He saw the foul-smelling garba

truck. Dangling from the crushed steel teeth was h

aw went slack. His brain entire

ing down at me. He looked at me as if a complete

held his gaze. My eyes were completely devoid o

rcing hiss of exhaust, shifting into g

e stone balcony railing like a vic

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