Bound By Blood To The Mafia King

ng garage was damp an

sive, black, armored SUV flashed its headligh

scles were screaming in protest. She dragged herself up onto the seat, her so

or shut. The heavy armor plating sealed with a vacuum-like thud, instantly

reached into the back seat, and grabbed a thick, folded cashmere blanke

gunpowder. Ashlyn didn't care. She grabbed the edges and cocooned herself tightly,

growl. The heavy SUV shot out of the garage like a bu

orange glow of the streetlights flickered rapidly through the w

e pushed the accelerator down. The speedometer needle climbed dangerously high. He was

centrifugal force threw Ashlyn sideways. Her shoulde

flying up to clutch the bruis

e cabin. Alex's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror. He sa

as pedal by a fraction of an i

on immediately. She knew he was c

tting her damp hair fall

. Her voice was tiny, brok

the rain-slicked road, his jaw clenched so tight the

perfectly timed tear droppe

she stammered, her voice trembl

in the bathroom. "You came in covered in all that blood. And yo

back of Alex's hands bulged. He didn't explod

ng my money," he shot back, his voice freezing c

ally struck and had no defense. She pulled her knees up, curling into an eve

cabin. Every muffled sniffle felt like a d

the brake. The heavy tires screeched against the wet asphalt, the

f cashmere in the passenger seat. The lethal anger in his eye

mate control system kicked into high gear. A blast of hot air pour

ly this time. For the rest of the drive, Alex didn

hadowed alley behind the back gates of an Ivy League univer

nic locks c

ndshield. His voice was flat, c

act is terminated. If I ever see

off, unbuckled her seatbelt, and shoved the heavy doo

ed figure quickly disappeared around the

zing rain blew inside, hitting his face. The cold water stung t

p drag. He stared at the empty brick corner through the rearview mirr

he rolled up the window, ripped the steering wheel to the left,