The Untouchable Widow's Ruthless Vengeance

e of the Manhattan club, tires slicing through the puddles

nd. He popped open a massive black umbrella

ough the leather instantly. She didn't flinch. She registered the ruin of a thousand-dollar shoe with

forward, his hand raised to block her path.

olently until the man's arm was pinned behind his back, his face smash

e reached out and pushed open the

mixed with the high-pitched shrieks of drunk socialites. The sudd

urned, shivering from the d

the dancers; they parted for her, sensing the cold fury

flashing neon lights. S

the velvet cushions. Her shirt was torn at the collar, her mas

em. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, w

ty whiskey bottle from a passing wait

ring glass was so violent it made the DJ jump, his hand reflexively slamming the crossfader to zero. The he

hard of glass had sliced his cheek. A thin line of blood ap

f it isn't the Baldwin widow." He spat the words, his voice echoing i

orward, her heels crushing the broken glass. The

across the face. The crack of her pal

side. He roared, pulling hi

nected with the back of Kian's knee. A

-strewn floor, crying out as

f broken glass from the floor. She pressed the jagged

A thin line of dark red blood wel

thing but absolute, terrifying emptiness. His

ow and steady. "Then get out of New York. I

'm sorry! I'll go! I'm leaving!" He scrambled to his feet the moment Emb

to the table. She pulled a monogrammed handkerchief fro

ocked onto Haden, who hadn't mo

rly, the word cutting t

ack appeared in the crystal. He squeezed harder until the glas