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nd regret. She stared at the photos on the table, th

her voice flat. "If you a

limbing into bed with Angelo means anything? Don't be a fool! You ar

Judith shrieked, standing up. She stormed out, slammi

, wrapping her arms around her knees. The hate from last night, the hu

D read 'Maria Kowalski'-her mother's caregiver. A kn

ay!" Maria's voice was panicked. "Your mother... she trie

f the apartment without even changing out

her mother's past screams and a doctor's clinical dia

a, slept under the haze of sedatives, her face stained with tears even in unconsciousnes

opelessness. No fiancé. A family in ruins. A sick mother. It fel

lled with eve

move him to a maximum-security federal prison. If that happens, visita

knuckles turned white. One blow after another, each one

ness card she had left on his nightstand. He was dangerous, but he was powe

st friend, Chloe Hayes, the concierg

said, her voi

ce was an anchor. "Dee? What'

gement party, leaving out the part about sleeping

Monroe Group. That's big leagues, Dee. He's speaking at a press conf

f hope. "I'

from Chloe, who looked at her with concern."Dee, what are you gettin

ce," Dee said, huggi

garage after the event, to use their night

he time she got there, his

r and turned the key. Nothing happe

fat drops of rain hammering against the windshield, blurr

oaking her thin dress. She shivered, walking toward the main road to ha

e cold and misery, a black Rolls-Royce P

sharp, impassive profile of Angelo Monroe. He wa

estured for

and dripping from her hair. She couldn't tell if th

et hers through the curtain of rain. His voice

keep getti

he pulled open the heavy door and slipped inside, bringing the cold, the rain,

cked shut, s