ound SOHO club vibrated through
alked past the bouncers, flashing a black metal card. They bowed instantly, leading her
isian fashion buyers were alr
aight to the head of the table, sat down, and crossed
martini glass, t
want a thirty percent cut of the European
laugh. She slammed a thick
ss, razor-sharp French. "You need my brand to survive the qua
. The air in the room grew su
Curtiss walked out of a private lounge. He had just
hing back to Isla's pale, terrified face in the bathroom
K. Jennings as they walked down the p
k patron stumbled out of a side door, violen
w inches. The blinding light from ins
ed at the noise and casually glan
es rooted to the floor. H
narrow gap
blood-red suit, holding a martini glass, w
re lethal. She was looking at the men across the table with the e
ering a command that made the g
e agonizing second. Then, the tr
of fear in her eyes when she thought
instantly followed by a twisted, burnin
man and pulled him away. The
s survival instinct flared. She felt a pre
r eyes slammed directly into
he martini glass in her hand shook violen
door shut
She couldn't breathe. Her chest heaved as pure
nnings looked confused. "
f pure, impenetrable ice, but his eyes darkened into a bottomless, dangerous abyss.
voice perfectly calm, yet every single word was coated in
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