From Discarded Wife To Scent Queen

the Ewing crime family, was terrified

vana, who used that memory to t

e at a gala, Corbett brought me

e promised. "Y

tantly seized. It felt like barbed

tachio. It wa

llergic. He used to carry m

ezing and clawing at my neck, a

're posting mean com

an

ife, and then looked toward the hallwa

ed for onl

is leg away from

aid, turning his back on m

d across the carpet, vision tunneling, forcing t

ening to him soothe her, the

call an a

y mirror and texted the one man Corbett feare

pt. Get

pte

Jarv

my father's entire life savings, realizing my marria

at the door sta

lls, but I knew it was something f

shifted

muscle in his arm twitc

and-the heavy Glock 19 that signified his ran

aching fo

his voice thick with a conce

t my

umiliation of witnessing this ritual for the nine hundred a

r creak

stood

lashes, the silhoue

ach one Corbett had bought for his late fian

chest, looking small, fragi

red. "The nightmares.

of bed before th

e plush carpet, and wrapped his arms aroun

his hand stroking her hair. "I promi

chaise lounge in the co

a place where Omertà should have extended to th

er-in-law, the manipulator

nails digging into the

gions of soldiers, a man who could order

puppet dancing on the strin

ket around her legs with a tenderne

d, her voice raising just e

"Keep your voice down. She

Ivana said, wrinkling her nos

mell like

Bleue and the distinct,

genetic gift from my fat

om across a table, and right now, I could smell

didn't d

ed. "Try to

atching him sit in the chair beside her, g

of bed, sile

en-suite bathroom a

ck was the loudest

ulled a burner phone from the holl

ew me

he lab is ready. Neutral territory

Sol

ted more than the Feds. The man who looked at m

d at th

ge wasn't a breakup; i

here was a s

shattered the sil

Get off

od ran

even in

its hiding spot and unlocke

lounge, clutching her throat, he

g her shoulders. "

a trembling finger at the bathroom door where I sto

so physically impossibl

the bathroom. The dis

turned

d of the logic that made

pping to that lethal register he u

I said, my voice steady. "The door

he snapped. "She's s

s chest. "She hates me because I rem

," Corbett

red a

n before God and the C

nd seeing a monster, while h

" I

me. "She is fragile. She is Elenor

't touc

ed, the sound vibrat

nd, clenched into

eeking out from his chest wi

ad kept me warm through three years

ced by a col

I said, my

xed, thinkin

ctly at him, "that you are too blind