Married to the Tyrant in a Wheelchair

te of the San Pedro P

es above the ground. She stare

nnatural angles. Blood pooled around her h

cheek. The icy raindrops passed r

ather shoe stepped in

e man she once thought loved her, kicked her lifele

ce barely carrying over the sound of the crash

Hogan leaned against a r

old case and lit it. The flame illum

believe she was naive enough to think the family trust actually

a's corpse. He wrapped his

elebratory kiss right

click of the first puzzle piece falling into place. Everything was ha

ing roar ripped th

r engines drowned out

down from the darkness. They locke

apart, the screech of tire

d through the chain-link fence of the port.

avily armed men in black tacti

er dots painted Jaret's fo

s black umbrella slipped from his fin

embling lips. Her knees gave out, and

he center of the spotlights. The engine pu

de. It was Lincoln, a chief executive assistant. He open

ed out into

nsive trousers. His posture was rigid

slucent form vio

tyrant of Wall Street. The

ed was confined to a wheelchair, pa

he was,

t and Kayleigh, who were now so

ked entirely on the br

s in the mud. The hem of his bespoke suit

reached out. He cupped Augu

old-blooded billionaire's throat. It

king lips pressed again

ep, calculated eyes were bloodshot. They hel

htly. He gave Lincoln a

bbed Jaret and Kayleigh by their hair, drag

rcenaries threw them into a heavy steel shi

his arms under Augustina's ruined b

cars and walked toward t

nst his legs, but he didn't sto

ne Charles had found clutched in her dead hand and placed back on her-flashed with an impossibl

ring sensation of weightlessness. Th

ing beep explod

olled to the side and violently vomi