Stalked By The Mad Dog Nephew

up. The rear of the limousine was a hermetically sealed box

the floor space. He wasn't looking at the window; he was watching her. His gaze w

uise was already forming, a purple

devoid of the slurring drunkenness he had displayed in

y said, keeping her eyes fixe

one honest enough to tell you that Augustus is probably at th

n her jaw tick, but s

s fingers brushed a loose strand of hair away from her face. His touch was scorching hot against her cold skin. His thumb

d violently.

R Drive, Auntie.

ing around the latch. She unlocked it with a loud click. The win

aising his palms in surrender. "Alright. Al

of the Garrison Estate. The massive stone str

y as he stepped out onto the wet pavement. He caught himsel

es glittering with a mix of mockery and some

rough the front entrance of the main hou

he softness had evaporated, replaced by a tone as cold and sharp as

slightly. He looked concerned, his brow furrowed. "Mrs. Garrison... Aver

legs, her spine straightening into a line of steel. She pulled her phone

mb scrolling through a stock alert for Garrison Biote

ging the car back onto the

yes scanning the numbers. "I need to be worthless to them. I need to be

s?" Charles

said. The truth of it was liberatin

Everything

t a single vitamin, swallowing it dry, though she would tell anyone who asked that it was

ly widened, mouth turned down at the cor

urmured to he

uilding on 5th Avenue. As the car turned the corner toward the private

ek black sport

the windshield, was a bright silk scarf. It was H

t cry. She

a faint, terrifying

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