The Jilted Ex-Wife's Lethal Comeback

to Audrey's arm with enou

lood drained from her face, leaving her looking like a corps

t her ribs like a trapped bird

cognized me jus

If she pulled away, if she ran, it woul

hing she knew about Kingston

, and he harbored a deep, visceral disgust for anything cheap, loud, or prom

idn't pu

ted backward, pressing her spine suggestively against his

head and looked up at

oked down i

e saw the deep, blood-red gloss smeared on

lips and let out a bre

ick Brooklyn accent she hadn't used in years. "You're grippin

er fingernails, painted a sharp crimson, trailed l

mask the scent of her airplane travel. Now, she deliberately leaned her neck closer to his

ical reaction w

of his throat, making his stomach violently churn. The feeling of h

sing her chest against his forearm. "I charge a th

eyes extinguished like a cand

like this. His Audrey didn't wear whore

ion washed over him. He had lost his mind. He was

and back as if he had

y with a look of

ly as she played the part of the clumsy bimbo. She

silk handkerchief. He aggressively wiped the palm and fingers

gston snarled, his vo

olor rushed back to her face. She stepped forward

ou cheap trash," Celestine spa

ce of gum. She looked Celestine u

ddy, lady. He's too uptight for

n exaggerated, vulgar walk, and disappeared i

sted his cuffs, his jaw tight, furious at himself for the momentary lapse in

ht, Audrey collapsed against

ipped down her spine. Her legs sh

y scrubbed the red gloss off her lips until they were raw. The "bim

high-powered European fixer and lawyer

d. Tristan Perry tripped and hit his head on a glass table. But he pai

ile. She stared at

ged the severity of the concussion. Kingston Savage's lawyers just threa

the Savage logo o

using his limitless power to frame and destroy h

he squeezed her fists. The rage inside he

f he hadn't just destroyed a life. The image of that casual arrogance, the exact same arrogance he wore when he ordered her death five year