top outside an abandoned indust
to the area, intimidated by the massive floodlights cutting throu
o a muddy puddle. She ignored the dirt and walked alone toward
oil and stale beer blocked the entrance. T
as Chandler was expecting her. One of the guards looked su
oud, rowdy crowd. His silver hair caught the harsh ligh
practically hit the floor. This was a shocking contrast to t
arm, her fingers digging into his jacket. "Wh
There was a raised VIP viewing area surround
sharp, toxic smell of burning rubber and cheap a
dge of the VIP section. S
black motorcycle jacket, the collar slightly open, reveali
g blonde supermodel. She was giggling, peelin
exuding a dangerous, suffocating aura of a man
humiliation and anger boile
porcelain on her living room floor. She clenched her jaw so hard h
latform, her boots clicking
antly. He signaled two guards, and they immediately step
ve," Frank warned her, his
th and screamed Jerad's name, her voice tearing throed his eyelids. His dark gaze cut throu
ather clinging to her curves, a flash of dark surprise crossed
aist, signaling her to get u
m. He looked down at Ami, who was strugglin
stood there, hands in his pockets, watching her de
shattered the tension. A custom Porsche 911 rolle
ped out of the driver's seat. He looked up at Jerad, raised his
. Everyone's attention snapped to the s
is face, replaced by a bloodthirsty thrill. He turned his back o
ned red with panic. She fought against the guards' gri
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