Sweet Revenge Of The Stolen Heiress

e main house was

om, his bandaged hands held awkwardly against his ches

ll rang. Enoch jump

och said. "

son Flint's voice crackled over the line. "They just

ad with a sharp

d from his face. "Get the guns," he yelle

are by the arms. They dragged her toward the center of the mud

dly with his bandaged hands. He pressed the col

yers, demon,"

gger, a massive explosion of

ed off their hinges. A massive, matte-black Hummer smash

ed into the yard. They skidded in the mud, form

ped on, blinding Enoch. He squinted

he SUVs opened

They moved with terrifying, silent precision. In less than two seconds, twelve as

ke a toy in his hands. A cold drop of sweat rolled down his spine. His knees buckled, and he dropped the shotgun. It splashed into a puddle. Two guards immediately

black trench coat. His jaw was locked so tight the muscles twitc

high heels sank deep into the muck, but she didn't eve

she sa

the mud. The shotgun was already kicked away, but the ima

s half-scream, half-sob. It tore

ity reached out to stop her, but she sh

e was low, but it carried over the idlin

of their rifles in perfect unison

re, raising their hands in the air

d. She looked at the beauti

. She threw her arms around Clare, pullin

led the faint scent of jasmine and expensive vanill

. Her hands shook as she stroked Clare's m

. He looked down at Clare. He saw the fresh blood on h

loodshot. His bre

y around Clare's shivering shoulders. He lifted her ea

at Enoch. The murderous intent in his

They grabbed Gus and the other men,

orward and drove the butt of her rifle hard into Kay

chief. His voice was completely devoid of mercy. "

e closed her eyes and let out a long, slow breath.