lin
that radiated from the man standing beside me. Twenty minutes later, we were back out on the concrete steps. The w
s deep voice cutting through the city noise. He reached int
only a phone number and t
dark, unreadable eyes. "K.B.?
rected smoothly. "Babe Vincent was a moniker forced on me in the u
true identity. It was a signal-a rogue trying to shed his disgraced pa
his eyes for a fraction of a second before
arranged for me. The heavy doors clicked shut, sealing out the chaos of Manhattan. Surrounded
y phone and di
voice shrieked through the speaker the secon
t conditions are met. I want the funds released and the deed
can marry some filthy, debt-ridden Rogue and claim the Pack's legacy? I
mate has resources you can't even fathom. He would be more than happy to order a full forensic audit of the Parrish Holdings accounts.
olute. I had hit the nerve. Embezzle
with sudden, raw panic. "Fine. You'll have the deed. But
umphant smile touching my lips. I had won. I
at Jase Davenport's building. I needed t
tic nod as I walked into the lobby. He knew.
rile air hit me. The apartment reeked of Jase's signature metallic cologne-a sharp, ar
oks, and the expensive Egyptian cotton sheets I had bought with my own money, ripping them off t
eft behind yesterday. A thin layer of mold had already started to form on the surface of the liquid. To a werew
n the marble counter, right
the cramped back seat, the worn leather a stark contrast to the Maybach. As the cab merged into the cha
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