Herminia leaned back against the plush sofa, rubb
teaming cup of chamomile tea. H
up a thick cashmere shawl from the armrest. He stepp
gave him a tired, grate
eafening crash exploded f
with brutal force. A gust of freezing wind
crawling out of hell. His eyes instantly
ooked like they were wrapped aro
Bradley's head, tu
ng a terrifying, violent energy. He walked
d instantly. She stood u
shielding Herminia behind him. "What gi
d Ignacio by the collar of his expensive s
the coffee table. The ho
ssive hand clamped down on Her
nia gasp. She tried to yank
ey pulled her hard. She cras
ttural growl in her ear. "You couldn't
y. She raised her free hand, aim
both her arms behind her back, pressing her
o his feet, rushing
ards in black suits flooded into the room and slamme
omous eyes. "If you want to keep your care
e guards. "We are just frien
el laugh. "She is my wife.
ling, Bradley bent down and threw her ov
his back, but hitting his soli
s strides long and angry. He shoved her
and slammed the door shut, c
d the driver. The Maybach shot forward lik
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