. She wore a razor-sharp, black Tom Ford suit. The fabric cut perfectly against

omach like a bag of wet cement. Caleb wasn't just sleeping with Isla. He was activ

Her fingernails dug into her palms, but her face remained a mask

gne and stale alcohol hit her face. Mitch Kozlowski, a notorious trust-fun

's body. He let out a wet, disgusting whistle. He

arrying zero emotion. "I have a ten-million

invading her personal space. He reached out his clammy hand,

itch whispered, his breath hot and foul. "I can

finally found a target. She didn't blink. Her left hand

r entire body weight to snap his arm downward. A loud, sickening pop echoed in t

elf to ensure she could never be dragged back to Boston against her will-kicked in instantly. Her body remembered the drills even when her mind was clouded with rage. She shif

wnward momentum. She grabbed Mitch by the collar of his expensive shirt, spun around, and ex

he floor, the glass shattering into hundreds of pieces. Mitch slid

She calmly reached down and adjusted the hem of her suit jacket. "Ke

a recessed alcove, Dominic Sterling stood perf

nd reaching inside his jacket for his weapon. Dominic immediat

ips, the cold precision of her strikes. He watched the feral, unapologetic

ad thought she was a delicate rose with thorns, but she was a leopard, coiled and ready to strike. It was a realization that awake

om behind. Dominic's eyes turned lethal. He took a half

ard's swinging arm. She spun around and drove her elbow

carpet like a sack of bricks. The hallway fell d

even glance toward the dark alcove. She walked stra

nic stepped out of the shadows. His Italian leat

's mouth opened to beg for help, but the sheer, murderous coldness in

floor. He didn't even look at him. He simply raised h

Initiating contact with the short-sellers. The Kozl

a white silk handkerchief from his pocket and slowly wiped the

al doors. He replayed the look in Eleanor's eyes when she broke that man's