The Tycoon's Contract With A Vicious Beauty

trunk of the black Cadillac SUV. The canvas hit

slim More cigarette from her purse, lit it, and

estate," Ara ordered th

side the trunk, the constant bouncing and swerving jolted

ash her legs, but the sedative kept her muscles paralyzed. The only s

h the hidden back gates of the Pierce family's Hamptons estate, stoppi

es of the duffel bag and dragged it out. The heavy can

r across her face. She pinched her nose, disgusted by the foul,

freezing night air hit Amelie's face. She gasped, her lungs expand

lk nightgown, and threw her onto the freezing mud in front of

tiffs began to bark. The sound was deafening. They threw their he

Their eyes were wild, their jaws snapping at the air. Pure, primal terror

ver her, a cruel smile st

of Amelie's face. "Your suicide note," Ara said. "You couldn't live with

igner shoe. "You are a fake," Amelie croaked, her voic

. She reeled back and slapped Amelie across the f

drew belongs to me," Ara hissed, her face inches from Am

ld mud on her face. A hatred so deep and violent it

y behind the secondary iron fence.

He pulled out a massive chunk of raw, bloody

dogs. Their barking turned into a

trying to drag her broken body away,

panel on the wall. He grabbed the

lid open. Three black blurs of mus

bsolute horror as the mass

est, the physical impact crushing

earing through muscle and scraping against the bone. A pain so

t the sound was instantly drowned out by t

cure, untraceable live video call to Hubert, and turned the screen so he co

ess began to rip apart. In her final second of life, a dark, venomous vow locked

wed her whole, leaving only the sound