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Chapter 3
to Brooklyn was a b
rika's arm screamed. The cold wind outside the
stairs to her apartment. Her hand shook viole
scratch marks around the metal cylinder, a sudden cold dread f
e door open, re
e stepped inside,
es was gone. Instead, the heavy, expensive aroma of
rted to the cen
man in a bespoke charcoal suit. His long legs
e Mo
art stoppe
run entirely cold was
is small head resting aga
inding, exploded
creamed, launching he
hands clawing at his suit jacket, t
t with his left arm. His right hand shot out, his long
o crash onto the sofa cushion right beside him. He ca
, letting out
his large hand instinctively coming up to cup the
her life-comforting her son made Erika feel p
go!" she
ut up," he growled, his voice a danger
or. She glared at Doyle, her chest hea
lowly dropped
anded on h
e now, the skin peeling
room plummeted. The grip on her wrist tighten
s voice was deathly quiet, but the
"Why don't you ask your girlfriend? It w
. A flash of violent, unrest
sneered, his lip curling. "Who gave you permission to go
k. "HR assigned me the delivery
hosted over her lips. "Nothing happens in my company wit
her like a physical
re thing. He wanted her humi
unfiltered rage
ck and slapped him across the
ck echoed in
d snapped t
ped Connor onto the sofa cushions, grabbed both o
hest against hers, tr
till sleeping soundly. A dark, ugly
this what you reduced yourself to? Letting you
her teeth into the thick muscle of his shou
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