ra
t of the Maybach, staring at me with the arrogant
ng still on the sidewalk without making a move toward the do
ment deadline is less than twenty minutes away," he sneered, curling his lip in mo
our concern." I t
ment, and blocked my path. "As long as you bow your head, apologize to me right n
past life, his condescending charity would have made
um card from his suit pocket and holding it out between two fingers. "In exchange,
pulled out the freshly stamped final settlement certif
has already been paid in cash. East Oakhaven is
te from my hand, his eyes darting down to the bright red off
The Sherman clan's books don't have a tenth of that amount!
I yanked the certificate back from his trembl
r exploding as he lunged forward and grabbed my shoulders with bruising forc
my right arm with all my strength, del
ht red finger marks swelling instantly across his cheek. His jaw clenched so hard the muscl
me?" he whis
. "And to correct your filthy imagination, it was a standard commercia
a vicious wolf like Callen Dillon ever makes a losing
urning breath against my earlobe flashed through my
ndred times better than staying beside you," I
t me in utter disbelief. "You'll regret this, Amira! When he chews
ching the taillights vanish, I took a cab back to my temporary downtown apartment, showered,
len
d before the floor-to-ceiling glass, swirling a glass
r his arm. "Boss, the eight billion has been wired out. Though I have to ask-draining the entire liquid rese
w sip of the bourbon, the faint scent of white
looking completely lost
rice," I s
rpet, his jaw hitting the floor. "Boss, are you se
o finish the glass as my inner Lycan paced restlessly in my chest. "That eight billion
our people to dig up everything on that charity case named Doreen Herrera. Any
and sent it to Amira's number: [Next Friday, the Cross-Pack Inter
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