His Mother's Ring, His Vengeance

ther command, her voice laced wit

hopping. Rodeo Driv

ust grabbed the keys to the black Bentley. Arguing was pointless now. My mind was alr

r seat, scrolling through his phone, occasionally taking a selfie and chu

of a ridiculously exp

t even looking at me as he

, the engine humming, and thought about my father. The deal was done. He was in remi

choed through the street, followed by a shower of dust and debris. Before I could even

my body, sharp and a

, buried under a mountain of twisted metal scaffolding. My legs wer

s designer jacket. He had a tiny scratch on his cheek. He looked at the wreckage, at me, his eyes w

halt, she leaped out, her face a mask of panic. She ran right past

ng his head. "Ryan! Oh my god

loody cough. She glanced over, her eyes finally landing

You were supposed to be watchin

already on her phone. "I'm getting you the best speciali

life for coddle her boy toy over a scratch. The coldness of it was more

as