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nor
he Guy family will take away a
the rain like a blade, sharp eno
ned hem of my wedding dress, heavy with rain, twisted around my legs; I tore it free, silk ripping, the sound sw
of the two bodyguards echoed
ile, the glint in her eyes as she said, "Eleanor, this is for the good of the family.If on
hat was how she pushed me into this hell. A sharp, physical ache of b
harder, spotting a dumpster blocking part of the path. I vaulted omy throat. I bit it back, tasting blood, and forced myself to keep movin
light. The end of the alley.
tting me off. He stood there, blocking my onl
und, desperate, and ran bli
. The impact sent a dull thud through the al
ck Rolls-Royce Phantom, parked silently at the mouth of the
ing me in their glare like a terrified animal. I
into my skin hard enough to bruise. I twisted, trying to break free, but he yanked me backward. The
ear window
profile of a man. His jawline was a shar
face. His fingers curled, knuckles going white against the leather-a single, almost imperceptible
I lunged toward the open window, my hand
. "Please, help me! Take me with
e, flickered over me, then to the men behind me. The
grab my arm. "Sir, this is a family matter," he said gruffly
tter despair washing over me
clicked open. A man in a tailored suit, Eric Hendrix, stepped out, holding a
it open re
stom leather shoe emerged, landi
the umbrella from his assistant and simply stood there. His presence was
light, I could see his face. He was brutally han
their faces paled. One of t
a lightning strike. The famous hockey sta
His brow furrowed, a barely perceptible tightening. Then his eyes returned to my face, and for one heart
till trying to justify himself. "Mr. O
was precise, placing his body directly between me and t
e was flat, almost bored, but it carr
ld the absolute certainty of a
n his face curdled into fear. The other guard took
. He spoke again, and this time, there was a flicker of somethin
unable to
ngle, cold glance from Alessandro silenced him. The le
t hesitate. Ignoring the screaming pain in my knee, I scrambled ar
e storm and the hunters. I was safe. The t
seat beside me. I could smell the faint, clean sc
Alessandro was watching me, his expression unfathomable. Then he pulled a
he asked, hi
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