Captive Of The Ruthless Underground Boss

so badly she could barely hold her pen. Cold sweat glued her blouse to her

artin Pryce marched across the floor. He slammed

er to take the master designs to the Apex Club in Manhattan immediatel

her back into her chair. She told Martin her st

, his face turning red. He told her if she lost this

ded this paycheck to survive. She grabbed the black t

lder, June's heart hammered against her ribs. She pressed herself in

he street. She stood on the sidewalk, looking up at the massiv

ck walls stepped in front of the heavy brass doors. T

the men checked an iPad. He nodded

rs and aged whiskey hit her face. Soft jazz music play

to follow. He led her down a dimly lit hallway

check the room number. She turn

up of men in tailored Wall Street suits spilled out into

locked onto a pair of dea

went entirely numb. The black blueprint tube slipped f

n around him stopped. The ha

that had crawled out of the sewer into his dining room. Sl

heel caught on the edge of the carpet. She stumble

ds stepped forward instantly. They blocke

ousers. He took a slow step forward. Then another.

r oil and decay of the warehouse. Her chest he

frame blocked out the light from the ceiling fix

stared at the poor girl, wondering how she had

s trembling chin between his thumb and index finge

back of her throat. She dug her teeth into h

ice was a deadly whisper. He asked her how she

fingers off her jaw. Her voice was raw and broken. She begged h

t out a dark laugh. He did not let go. His finger

s fingers. He ordered the man to call Martin Pryce down her

The bodyguards stood like statues