Fired By The Father Of My Child

Breanna's palm. Her hands were swea

ing her forward. Her sneakers squeaked against the th

bacco and cheap mints. "You walk through those doors, or I make the call.

bit down on her lower lip, pressing her teeth into the soft fl

and and pressed the keycar

heavy double doors clicke

out curtains were drawn tight, suffocating the room. A thick wave of air hi

stinct screamed at her to run. She too

hot hand shot out

grip was brutal, crushing her delicate bo

a massive force yanked her

t behind her. The ha

The breath was knocked out of her lungs. A h

allucinogen pumping through his veins was tearing his rational mind apart. He couldn't see her

rk. His lips crashed down on

nto a fist and slammed it into his rock-hard

his brain. He shifted his weight, catching both of her wrists in one of his massive

tearing ripped throu

into raw, physical pain. A single, cold tear slipped from the cor

lliot's rigid muscles freeze

ped her off her feet. Breanna's stomach lurched as he carried

were no words. Only the sound of ragged breathing, the

ally bled through the

hammer of pain smashed against the in

the heat. He remembered the drug. And he remembered the arrangement his enemies had tried to trap him wi

at her face. He

g completely beyond his fractured mind. Instead, he yanked a heavy, matte-black metal card from his w

right index finger. He slammed it down on top

e lamp. The emergency contraceptive Hoke had planted. Elliot saw it, r

th stiff, mechanical movements. He walked out

ter, Brean

n thrown down a flight of stairs. She d

om was

mocking the piece of her soul she had just sold. She didn't touch it. She couldn't. She left the ring sitting there in the cold mornin