The Billionaire's Obsession: Catching His Savior

purpose, with angles, using the panicked crowd as cove

ened with absolute control, absolute authority. Men in black poured through, we

s in a sling, but his eyes w

r skin go cold, then hot, the inhibitor fi

orridor, narrow, lined with st

up to a catwalk. She climbed, fast, silent,

Bryce enter the corridor. He wasn't looking around randomly. He was following precise in

emerged into a different section of the market. Quieter. Industrial. Shipping c

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nd her. Close. Ten

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esting on a gun at his waist. His face was pale in the fluorescent light, his eyes dark

her hand drift toward her bag, as if to clutch it for c

e. "But the thermal scans don't lie. And neither does a perfectly executed d

meters away

was b

drew his gun. "Take off the glasses

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she m

her body unfolding into the air. Bryce's gun came up, tracking, but she was al

me up, blocking her strike, the blade skimming along his forearm, cutting fabric, finding fl

clean, someone from the street. It didn't come. Her skin was hot, shockingly so, but... clean. The thought was a flicker of lightning in the storm of the figh

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on his hip, his grip never loosening. She felt her arm bend, her shoulder strain, and sh

rs pressed into the carotid, feeling fo

t he drove it back into her ribs, right side. She felt something give, a sharp

, the air leaving her lungs. Sh

cing, gun raise

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adows, where it clanged against metal. He flinched, i

econd wa

e, her knee finding his thigh. He grunted, stumbled, and sh

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, the one that led to the maintenance tunnels. She ran. Be

st smoke grenade. She pulled th

e heard coughing, cursing, Bryce's voice risin

der, through a hatch, into