From Trash To Treasure: Masked Heiress

o fingers. The three men fanned out. They

drifted to his waist, searching for his gun. His fingers br

d and glared at him. Her eyes were da

broken window of the shed. It c

old gym mats, broken glass. She picked up a jagge

hed the window. He

mo

rd slashed across the man's wrist. It was a precise

cream, but Ivy kicked him in the solar plexus. He

He aimed his weapo

his belt and shoved him toward the back wall. The wood

mbled out into the muddy ser

is wound stretched.

rt. She grabbed his co

" she

isingly strong for her frame.

r rounded the corner. They bloc

brick wall, sliding down

wheezed. "No

ed at the men blocking their pat

said. "You are

ilencer looked like a black

sses," Pi

ull out a weapon. She pulled out a coin.

ueezed th

with her. The bullet chipped the brick inches

were terrifyingly cal

vement and rolled, coming

eflected off the metal. He saw the t

rpent'

er the trigger. Sweat broke out on

onged to Deondre Pittman. It meant the bearer was un

irl. She was soaked, muddy, and bleeding,

nger toward the

y was connected to Pittman, killing her would mean

away, disappearing into the dar

e was losing consciousne

you?" he

up Ford Fiesta parked at the curb. She opened the b