Bound By Blood: The Billionaire's Contract

n, but the world was a blur of gray and black. Her hands clawed at the leather seat beneath her, expecting the cold steel of

tal or the mold of the penitentiary, but the cloying sweetn

a voice drawled from beside her. "My hair is going to frizz

Her tormentor. The woman whose carefully crafted lies, whispered to the right people, had helped orchestrate Dawn's professional and personal ruin five

hree years. She was holding a compact mirror, checking her lipstick, completely indifferent

rything was supposed to change. She looked at her wrists. No handcuffs. No needle marks. She flexed her

n was i

er stomach. She turned to the window. The I-495 sign flashed by, blurred by the gathering stor

I said, Dozier is going to be there. He specifically asked if the '

r four counts. Hold, for four. Out, for four. It was a technique s

opped from Dawn's face to her neck. A

s skin crawl. "The theme tonight is 'Vintage Glamour.' That Van Cleef necklace... it

ated. She had said no, politely. Catrina had pouted, then accidentally spilled champagne on Dawn later, forcing a trip to the bathroom wh

brushing against Dawn's collarbone as

. You're just going to stand in the corner anyway. Le

stantly. She wasn't the victim anymore. She was a fixer. And Catrina was just a tu

metal was cool against her skin. She felt the weight of the gold and t

necklace free a

to be this easy. A flicker of suspicion crossed

Her voice was raspy

from her palm. "Fina

the darkened window. Catrina didn't know she had just put a target on her back. That necklace was a

id softly. "Be carefu

"Unlike some people, I ca

eye in the rearview mirror. He looked concerned. He was a good ma

hour until she was supposed to meet Dozier Buck

t going t

e, replaced by a cold, clinical calcu