The Billionaire's Lethal Substitute Wife

attan, ignoring every red light. Tires screeched as they slammed on their

blared from angry drivers, but the noise

d out. They moved with military precision, insta

icle, a custom Rolls-Royce

sphalt. He wore a perfectly tailored midnight-blue suit. His face was a mask of absol

ning out the front doors. Sweat poured down his f

! We are s

ed straight past Mickey, his long strid

bass of the EDM music was vibrating th

as brutally cut off in the middle of a beat. The flashing strobe

urned and recognized the man standing at the entrance-the ruthle

her, jogged down the stairs from

tight. "Leo slipped away from

ed Mickey O'Connell by the lapels of his t

n said. His voice was barely a whisper, but it carried a lethal promise. "

out. "Security room

m. They marched t

A tiny figure in a suit-Leo-wandered away from his distracted bodyguard. He pushe

and sprinted out of the room, hi

eavy acoustic door of VVIP 9. He saw the heavy deadbolt that

," Jaidyn

the door right at the lock. The metal f

d in. The ro

en crates. He followed the debris upward and s

ear. "Team Two, sweep the back alle

nds passed. Then,

ound the bo

club's kitchen, shoved the heavy metal back do

low light of a broken st

evere PTSD who violently rejected physical contact from anyone

ing unconscious on the trash. He was ho

shed forw

ick his son up, to c

He threw his small body over the woman's arm, glaring up at his father with fier

ked down at the woma

eeding gash ran across her stomach. She wa

Jaidyn

n a high-powered tactical flashlight, aim

hed over her pale, d

throat. His muscles locked up.

brother, leaning in so only Jaidyn could hear. "Jaidyn," Kian whispered, hi

rve of her nose, the dark, thick lashes resting on her pale cheeks.

, and a sudden, dark possessive

age, ignoring the filth. He wrapped the expensive wool jacket tightl

ehind her back, lifting her effortless

, his eyes cold and c

the Miles Medical Center