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pressed down on Alisson Ford's chest un

lead thread. When she finally forced them ope

d hard, tasting the metallic bitterness of a s

out instantly. Her limbs felt like they were m

hed against h

ve, custom-made silk gown she had worn hours ago was gone. It

t in her throat.

The bright lights. Her adoptive sister, Bella, stepping forward with

y," Bella had said, her

udden inability to stand.

She curled into a tig

sol

m Quentin, a man old enough to be her grandfather. A man who smelled of cheap cigars and stale whiske

the mattre

of breathing came from t

Her heart hammered against her

t arm reached out from the pitch-black void. I

the arm knocked th

s and clawed at the heavy sheets, pa

p mo

nst her bare shoulder. It was fluent, unaccented Americ

son

s not Q

ey. It smelled of crisp winter air, expensive ced

r mouth to sc

gainst the soft mattress. His large hand tangled in her h

crashed do

olute claiming. He swallowed her scream, his l

ing with the terrifying heat of the man above her. Her

tional defenses sh

d through the gap in the heavy blackout curtains. It hit

opened h

shed under a concrete block. A sharp, tearing pain shot

it down until she tasted the warm, metallic tang of her

herself up to a sitting position

rned h

ach. The weak light illuminated

ulder blade was a faded, jagged scar.

stopped. Her fing

f violence, of a world she had no business being anywhere near

nd saw her face

bare feet hit the thick, plush carpet. Her

gown from the floor. She wrapped the ruined fabric around her

p toward the h

against the edge

in

en surface with a dull, heavy thud, water spil

deafening in t

eyebrows pulled together in a deep frown. The mus

stopped

Her hands clamped over her own mouth. Her heart beat so fast

the man's

llows, his breathing return

not wait ano

handle, twisted it, and s

against the concrete. As she reached the basement level, the screech of walkie-talkies echoed down the hall. "Lockdown initiated! Seal the loading docks!" a guard yelled. Alisson's heart dropped. She dove behind a massive canvas laundry cart just as two sec

not lo

e the penthouse suite, J

les. The remnants of alcohol and whatever drug had been slipp

sheets pooled a

nd out to the rig

tress w

k pulled tight. He turned his head, his d

man wa

the room still held the faint, s

carpet. As he walked toward the bathroom, his

looke

k fibers of the rug was

The pearl was smooth, but the s

the sharp metal post pierced the skin of his palm. He did not flin

tstand and picked up his e

ef assistant's nu

Yat

bsolute command that left no room for hesitation. "Every e

ezing. It hit the paveme

ivering violently in her torn silk dress. She wrapped her arm

dle of the street an

rakes, the tires splashing di

or open and threw herself

ing. "Take me to Queens. The poores

her pale, terrified face in the

oom of the Lucas Estate in Long Isl

nter of the room, her chest

He held his phone slightly away from his ear. The voice of the investor

ite was empty! You think you can

ne wen

red the phone. H

ug into her palms. The plan was flawless. She had personally wat

. Alisson

coffee table and hurled it at the wal

e sofa and dialed the captain

, her voice shrill and entirely unhinged. "Tear the c