MONALISA: THE BILLIONAIRE SWEETHEART

ning against it, her heart racing. Her legs moved swiftly beneath her, each step echoing in the dark all

balc

smirk. She hated that it was stuck in her mind, and it frustrated her more than anything. The way he looked at

our mask off?" Hannah sna

et him. He was fast, alright? No o

the city, where streetlights flickered and the noise of cars softened into a distant hum. Mona coul

asked, keeping her voice even. She co

em, her sharp eyes catching every flicker of movement. "Maybe. Guys like him

rich fool they'd conned out of a couple million. No, this guy was something else. The way he carrie

nd the girls turned around Panick

e heavy with exhaustion. "We mad

. Guys like him, they're dangerous. He's

mage of his face. But it wouldn't go away. That smug look, as if he owned her the moment she walked

na said quietly, her word

snapped ar

held my necklace, and said, 'Mine.

eed to lay low for a while. Guys like him-they don

y. "Let him try. I'm

about him, something that unsettled her. He wasn't just some rich playboy who got off

n pacing, her mind working fast. "We better

*

ng from his fingers. The wound in his side had long s

d looked at him, so defiant, so full of fire. She wasn't like the other women who threw themselves

im as he stared out over the city. The hunt had

is phone, his voice calm but

r hair had fallen loose when he ripped off her mask, the fury in her golden eyes. She had made

, the word sending

ted his thoughts. One of his

but she's slippery. The gi

rag of his cigarette. "She won't get far. She w

usly. "And if she doe

his eye. "Everyone wants to be fo

brewing in his boss's mind. Alone again, he tapped the ashes

long it took. And when he did, she wouldn't be able to r

dy moving, plotting, calculating. Mona Lisa had sta

ity. But in the shadows, something darker lurked-his obsessio