abet

Maybach stopped in the underground garage, and Brock walke

ng hard against a yellow steel bollard, making me hiss

straight to the top floor, the rapid ascent m

eveal the massive penthouse decorated in s

third floor, threw me into the guest bedroom at the end of t

bright red bruise around my wrist as I loo

ug like a caged beast before stoppin

ing for the last five years, and

curling my lip int

have a psychotic control freak

ee, planting both hands on the carpet on either side

, his eyes dark and obsessive. "Keep pushing me, Elizabeth,

n made my chest tighten, but I bit the in

ey and thugs to bully women, what e

osed collarbone; his Adam's apple bobbed heav

across my cheek toward my lower lip, before he sudd

his back to me, his voic

about five years ago, you aren't ta

f the exterior deadbolt echoing through the silent ro

he windows were sealed bulletproof glass, the air vents were narrower than

my racing heart to steady because I knew Zane would already be working with Ciji to find me

I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling,

wn the hallway outside, followed by a woman's syrupy

er to the door, and pressed

bodyguard to let her inside

are," the bodyguard replied flatly. "No

as an idea clicked into place; that arrogant i

culpture off the vanity table and slammed

y throat and let out a weak, raspy gro

clearly believing Brock had beaten me half

he's dying in there! If she dies in Brock's penthouse and causes

the metallic scrape of a key sliding i

hinges, gripping the heavy bronze sculpture with

r of yellow hallway light across the carpet as