The Billionaire's Daring Kitten
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here,
stead, I motioned for him to leave. "Ge
zle. I watched him walk a few feet away, his silhouette barely visible throug
ne from the pocket of my jacket. My thumb hovered over
minic," came the familiar rasp of Rocco's
napped. "Tuesday was what yo
, as though we were old friends chatting over
years, Rocco. Five years I've kept you on my pay
woman who disappeared 21 years ago with only a couple of baby pic
s, further increasing my annoyance. "Spare me the excuses.
ch to strangle him. "Boss, I've been working my ass off for you. Do you ha
e," I said coldly. "
lly, his tone shifting to something sly. "These things take time. And... well, resources. Yo
laugh that reached my eyes. "Let me g
ited," Rocco said smoothly, though there was a
see in a lifetime," I growled. "And now you think you can
stammered. "It's not li
and so am I. You have one week. If I don't have something concrete by then,
ghtly. "I've got something, all right?
pted. "Next Chris
night," he said quickly. "You
h a swipe of my thumb and hurled the phone across the backseat. It hit t
n-streaked cityscape. The storm outsi
trying to help my friend Damien to find his sister. But this time, Rocco had bet
owered up the device and opened my mail app. Sure enough, Rocco ha
still had half a mind to finish
uate of the University of Syracuse. Another business and marketing degree from Cal-U. A fitness enthusiast who frequented the gym. Has trav
the age
. She wasn't just Damien's little sister anymore. Whoever this Ruby woman was, she had grown into
liana DanCliffe. Why did it t
n the second file. The screen loaded,
, almost unnatural shade of green that seemed to pierce through the screen. She was on a beach in the photo, dress
, wearing denim shorts and a crop top. The smile on her face was carefree,
? The question kept coming to
he photo. My heart slammed agains
was
a moment, the air in the car felt stifling,
She was the one I couldn't get out of my mind-the fiery-hai
cked in the bathroom dur