The Triple Cross: Billionaire's Blood Debt

stomach to wander into a lio

g console of the private server. My heart slammed against my ribs, a frantic, trapped bird desperate for air. A co

for the bathroom,

eather and cold intent. The air in the room was thick, tasting of ozone and the metallic tang of high-

two hallways back

cidic knot. Silas was close enough now that I could smell the stale tobacco and grease on his jacket. He lunged, and I ducked, my heart leaping into my throat. The wind from his m

I cried out as a white-hot flash of pain radiated from my wrist to my should

of her

the door. It came from th

cold, terrifying intensity. The silver scar on his eyebrow was a jagged line of defiance against his tanned skin. Th

ip loosening. "She was at

e didn't look at Silas; he looked at me. The weight of his gaze pinned me in place more effecti

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servers and the frantic, uneven rhythm of my own breathing. Jaxson walked toward me. Each step felt like a hammer blow to my resolve

e files, or are you loo

ed his hands on the desk on either side of my hips, trapping me. The heat radi

as j

f fatigue around his eyes, the slight stubble on his jaw. The scent of him-bourbon, cold air, and that dangerous sp

's on those servers,

mb tracing the line of my jaw with a touch that was almost tender, yet agonizingly firm

ge of defiance in my voice. "You're a man who keeps

c, controlled anger. I felt the pressure of his body against mine, the hard

alk into my life, steal my secrets, and le

jagged thing. My throat felt like it was closing, my eyes stinging. I

squeezing until I gasped. The air left my lungs in a rush. I looked up at him, and

erything,"

he replied. "Unti

ic ticking of the clock, the sound of the wind howling outside. My

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up,

d of fire and desperation. My head snapped back against the desk, a sharp jolt of pain drowned out by the overwhelming sensation of him. I didn't push him away

. I felt the small, cold weight of the wire-tap hidden in my necklace. It was transmitting every gasp, every ragge

. "Tell me you don't feel it," he commande

red, the words a lie t

g the pulse point. I let out a low, broken sound. I felt a sudden vibration in the small of

n blurred. He was looking at me

d, his voice returnin

ng," I

errible liar, Elena," he said. He pulled out a small device-a frequency jammer. It flared to life with a jagged, rhythmic line pulsing wi

trapped against the desk. Then, t

there's someone in my room!" The sound of a door being kic

mp and smashed the server console, a shower of

I scr

he hissed. "They used it to bypass the security grid." He shoved a silver key into m

you? What

knife in his boot. "I'm goin

: Thanks for the access, Elena. The boy is with us