HIS BLOODY OATH

The Return

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es Clinton to crawl back f

rful, and silent just like him. As they neared the heart of the city, the view twisted into a mockery of what used to be h

lar: BLACKWOOD

rom the driver's seat, smirking as he slow

on the towering structure ahead Blackwoods' headquart

eplied, voice a quiet threat. "

re to des

odstained dollar. He would rip t

ods. Twenty-three. A Law student. Recently returned from Italy. Daddy'

d down at the file

e sh

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" Julian added. "She was ju

Blackwoods," Ar

ture. There was innocence in her gaze. And something els

d the fi

urmured. "And the beg

of the leather chair in her father's office. The floor-to-ceilin

ing wa

Harold Blackwoods didn't waste time on sentiment. And now, she waited like

oor o

t cut to perfection. Dark hair slicked back, a scar et

dn't

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this is Mr. Ares Clinton. He'll be cons

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in

g in her min

is eyes that

ke she was made of glass. There was something in

he feel

fering her hand. "It

brushed hers. C

said, voice low

lasted a sec

ed beneath the surface. Heat. A fli

, masking her confusion

ut numbers and mergers. But she barely heard

in

Whispers of a scandal that nearly ruined her

stood in fr

ath

iv

y

is penthouse suite, city lights flickering below like dy

d the moment the

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too kind for the blood s

im. That she didn't look guilty. That she remi

at I expected

behind him, raised a brow. "Yo

ook. "She's a paw

self that," Julian

e city. His grip on the glas

like some

e her da

xt mor

ual, hoping to clear her head. But as soon as s

already

, arms folded, phone in

e greeted, as the do

ed. "Mr.

retched be

as it ascended. Thir

anced

s forward. But she could

ing last night,"

ightly, one

Clintons. My father neve

. "Did he mention

d. "No. Jus

n guilt in disgu

evator

opened and he was gone, his footstep

stood

he mean

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te. Overgrown vines wrapped around the columns, and shattered w

like

to the old study. Dust coated the booksh

he pulled out an aged

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