Possessed by the Don

S

t of 12th Avenue. My hands clutched my art portfolio like it could sh

by now, but it still

was just five minutes away, and all I wanted was to craw

hen I no

ack

t of place in this grimy part of the city. Its e

ach tig

my boots slapping against pu

n I hea

tst

t as a hand clamp

Isla M

behind me-tall, suited, and terrifying. The kind

wavered despite my best

ft said, though his grip said otherwise. "We've

like a jolt o

I lied quickly. "I

him," the other man repl

breathe, a needle of panic stabbed i

-

MI

aller than

and trembling. She blinked awake in the leather chair acr

me yet. That

" I asked, folding my

yes locking on mine. Gree

" she murmured. "

I said. "And do you k

head. "I didn'

ed. "But you

gether. "I haven't

. "Transferred over three million dollars out of my accoun

"I had nothing to do with th

lieve

t in her throat.

r father thinks he can disappear and leave his debts b

"So what? You're goi

w and calm. "You're not going

-

S

nd shot out, gripping my chin.

yours,"

down my body, slo

are