smoothly, gliding down t
was dead silent. The p
s clenched so tight a muscle ticked in his cheek. His da
scent of cedar and expensi
lf harder against the
to ask her where the hell she had been. He wa
a sharp, piercing ringtone eru
ocket and pulled out her phone. The screen was
ed: Patricia Barry.
tely shattered from the fall. She had no choice. She pressed the answer button
e bled through the damaged speaker. It was
Patricia hissed, "Anna will rot in that unli
gged. Her eyes turned bloodsho
Isabella roared into the phone. He
temperature in th
ght
echoed in
dead. Patric
her pocket. She turned her head and glared at Bradley. The vulner
ed. Her voice was harsh.
it a button on his armrest. The doore said
d across the seat, her hand
r from behind. He pinned her shoul
wildly, kicki
fell out of her coat pocket. It landed on the f
y look
g receipt. The name prin
sabell
the name. Mrs. Barry. She was married.
gh his chest. He had spent five years obsessing over a
lled back as if she had burned hi
the inter
red the driver. His voice
at the next intersectio
ved the door open and threw herse
way, her figure disappear
fist into the
ed, the sound tear
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