A DEAL WITH THE BOSSY BILLIONAIRE

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hough it was barely an arm's length. My wrists were bound, the cuffs biting into my skin, but I barely noticed the discomfort.

st stared at the floor, his hands resting limply on the table as if he didn't know what to do with them.

ething else I wasn't ready to admit. The emotions collided inside me, and I fought to keep

d to him, blinking, unsure of what was happening. He was laughing-laughing while tears pooled i

g too-tears streaming down my face as my shoulders shook with the absurdity of

ng at my face, though the tears kept falling. My

g through his tears. "I have no id

. The sound cracked through the room like a gunshot. Rowan r

as he rubbed his reddenin

y against the floor. I stood over him, my hands clenched into fists, trembling with anger. "You son of a bitch

, li

drag my name through the mud. You knew I was innocent, and you didn't do a damn thing to stop it!" My voice cracked, and t

gain, his voice soft,

murderer, as they say, what's stopping me from killing you right now?" In a surge of anger, my hand

fight back. "Nothing," he whi

s eyes-the same pain that mirrored my own. Slowly, my grip on his neck loo

ered, his voice strained, raw. "I should have beli

back and forth. My fury was still there, but it was mingling with something else now-a

know. I've failed you over and over agai

d screaming at me to walk away, but s

I'll be able to see you again. But I need to know the truth, Sia. The FBI claims you're responsible for Rachel's kidnapping and

y-hell, no one did. Not even the FBI. I hadn't told them everyt

d, I leaned in, lowering my voice. "There's something I didn't tell the FBI," I whispered, my eyes dartin

ted, frowning. "Wh

it's connected to Rachel's disappearance, I'm sure

gent Smith stepped inside, his eyes cold and calculating

lead me away. Rowan stood, panic flashing in his

eting Rowan's. There was so much left unsaid, so much left undone, but for now, all I had was t