The Billionaire's Stolen Angel: A Painful Return

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al blow. She wasn't safe. She was lea

telle wh

er hair. "It's okay, b

The sound tore from he

hovering in the empty air. Estelle didn't wait. She scrambled

ra!" Arthu

g the gravel. She didn't feel the pain. She scra

arget!" a bod

dirt belly-first, sliding under the rusted chassi

She made a sound, a low, clicking whistl

ows, a low gr

bull mix with one ear torn in half and eyes that had seen too many

ispered, grabbing

s Chr

n. The gun was black and matte and pointed right at

thur roared from behi

dn't think

hin arms around his massive, muscular neck and bur

med into the dog's shoulder.

cles were rock hard, vibrating with the urge to kill, b

tic moment where the only sound

a so

n the trailer floor. Shadow. He hopped onto Estelle's

s voice was shaking.

one eye. The re

he dirt, shielding a monster of a dog and a broken cat-with an expres

elle stammered, her voice small. "Th

rom Eleanor,

He looked about fifteen. Harlen. He had headphones a

d through the glass. "Are you kid

ing her shoes. She knelt in the dirt next to Estelle. Sh

her voice fierce, "then they are B

n the collar loo

ers. "Winston. Get the transport

r's head. She whispered a single word,

The hackles smoothed. The growl died.

d. The raw, desperate connection between a broken child and the only creatu

gray suit began moving through the crowd of neigh

ss, a greedy smile plastering her face. "I assume there'

apped his jaws, the sound like a bear tra

and fell backward i

ll the dog back.

r. He didn't even look at her. He hande

ller yelled. "

ned. "Mr. Bridges said the

st. She watched Mrs. Miller sitting in the mud, empty-hand