Bitten By The Billionaire: My Darkest Night

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didn't flinch. She couldn't afford to flinch. To flinch was to show reflexes, and reflexes belonged to Emily Reyes, the operati

were raw, the skin cracked and red from the harsh industrial detergent. Every circular

all. She forced her shoulders to slump, shrink

arlic rolling off him in waves. He leaned in, invading her personal space, his

rge to snap his wrist. She imagined the sound it would make, a dry cr

ng the sponge until dirty water ran

onese bounced off the tiled walls, and the clatter of porcelain was a constant, headache-inducing rhythm.

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ony. The entire kitchen went silent. The cooks froze, knives

ined of color. He listened, his eyes darting around the room, landing on the two deliv

ilence stretched, h

unced, his voice tigh

boss. Not going to the Zone. Not to that house. Last guy said he saw

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o her chest. The impact knocked the wind out of her. "Address i

didn't think there would be a tip. He

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it, 'Aethelred Holdings,' sent a jolt through her system. It was one of the shell corporations she'd found in Elena's encrypted files before El

s trembling as she wiped them on

a set of keys at her. They hit her sh

metal bit into her palm. T

a furnace; the alley was damp and cool, smelling of ozone and rotting garbage. The neon lights of

by duct tape and prayers. She checked the hidden blade in her boot, th

a dying animal. She pulled out onto the stre

y slums of the lower district, where people lived on top of each o

The streetlights were brighter. The noise of the

or. Her heart rate was steady, her breathing controll