Falling For My Cold Billionaire Captor

aned against the damp brick wall, her frozen fingers trembling as she counted the crumpled dollar bills under the

of tires violently to

from the tips of her worn canvas sneakers. Azura gasped, her stomach droppi

ed, blinding her. Azura instinctively threw her arms over her

ther shoes splashing through the puddles sent a spike of pure adrenaline straight into Azura's veins. She dropp

pon entirely. They f

htning-fast, practiced block. The iron pipe slammed against the reinforced Kevlar lining of his suit sleeve with a dull thud, the impac

up her back. A muffled groan escaped Azura's lips as a sharp pain shot through her shoulder socke

zura opened her mouth and screamed for help, but the heavy b

ts, her knees slamming painfully against a walnut minibar. She ignored th

ic

ertips brushed the metal. The sound was a physi

flickered on inside the sp

in a bespoke three-piece suit. He was looking down, ca

a low, freezing baritone that made the hairs on

massive G-force threw Azura backward,

a yelled, her voice shaking

He turned the page on his tablet. He treat

wave of anger rushed to her head. She lunged across the wide cabin, throwing

faster than s

w like a steel trap. He slammed her back against the interior wa

ck, sharp as a hawk's, piercing straight through her. H

flashed through the tinted wind

r. Defiant. Filled with r

mory that paralyzed him, but a sudden, terrifying sense of inevitability. A phantom ache throbbed in his temples. Why did looking at this complete stranger feel like a collision wi

on her jaw. "Let me go," she hissed through gritted teeth, her

seat, his chest heaving as he dragged in a harsh breath. His black eyes were wide, swirling

She rubbed her throbbing jaw, staring at the unpredictable lunatic across from

rked, his voice hoarse and laced with dangerous aut

minutes later, his voice crackled through the speaker. "She's a nobody, Boss. Name is

twisted his lips. He didn't believe in coincidences. He didn't believe two pe

report. "I'm worthless to you! Let me out of this car

cally wiped the fingers that had touched her skin. "Call them," he moc

no traffic cameras. The police wouldn't find her here. A suffocating wave of despair crashed over her. She sl

ly guarded private estate in Long Island. Giant wrought-iron gates slow

top on the gravel drivewa

nd the same bodyguard

elace tightly around the bodyguard's thick

squeezed through the gap between his body and the door frame, her bare foot hitting the sharp gravel.

the cold wind whipping his suit jacket. He watched her

rew their weapon

igar. He took a slow drag, his eyes locked on the bushes. He didn't order them