The Dead Ex-Wife Returns With Twins

amped down on Leo's shoulder. He pulled him out from behind

, we do not

maneuver Katia had drilled into him for years. He stopped himself just in time, fo

, his voice a low rumble. He gestured toward th

e cold, detached demeanor Jace had displayed just minutes before. H

freezing New York air. The sudden cold was a shock, a

ity personnel in dark suits stood strategically around the vehicles, their eyes constantly scanning, their hands

d with a smooth, silent hiss. A tall, imp

lute authority. His face was hard and unforgiving, like something carved from granite.

n of himself, one that had been through a war and come out the other side

from head to toe, checking for any sign of injury or d

was deep, vibrating with a suppresse

ed every bit of Jace's cold defiance. "I merely wanted a

brow rose a fraction of an inch. It was a

ck of Leo's neck. The touch wasn't harsh, but it was firm, an undenia

t of expensive cedarwood, old books, and cold espr

e of absolute silence, completely isolated from the outside world. The Maybach pulled away from the curb,

outline of the burner phone he'd hidden there. He watched Jarret out of

on his knees. His fingers began to move across the keyboa

gnized the complex financial modeling software on the screen. H

margin is miscalculated," he stated casually. "It's off by two perc

d boy beside him as if he'd just sprouted a second head. A cold spike of adrenaline hit his system. This is impossible, his mind screamed

guttural sound of pain escaping his lips. He dropped the laptop onto the seat and pressed the heels of hi

d pang of something that felt like sympathy. In that moment, the intimida

leek silver pillbox. He dry-swallowed two pills, his t

room. Beaumont will be watching you." He immediately tapped a button on his smartwatch. "Kowalski," he murmured, his tone lethal. "I want a full au

c Manhattan skyline began to rise before them. He made a silen

Jarret Sinclair's pri