e kept her head down, walking briskly toward the elevators. S

had given her. She pulled it out and glanced

clipped and professional. "Mr. Velas

, Alex," Helena replied, s

he is in

formed in her stomach. He knew. He was tracking her, probabl

ng to cross the lobby to the private residential wing. But b

out of the back seat. He was still wearing the same clothes from last night, but his jaw was sha

ating up the marble floor. The doormen su

ay from her, his chest

t flinch. "W

gerous rumble. "The Van Cleef. The one y

ized the piece and called Dante's office immediately. Or maybe... maybe Dan

" Helena sa

nte's jaw twitch

es

ry. My property." He took a step clo

, Dante. And it was a gi

othes on your back, not the air you brea

k, refusing to be intimidated. "I nee

ess. Then the cold mask slammed back down. He turned his head slightly, givi

r side of her. One grabbed her left arm, the

trying to twist out of their ho

id of emotion. "Until I say otherwise, you wi

Helena kicked out, her sneaker connecting with the doorframe, but it was useless.

ound was like a gunshot in the confined space. The driver

eir aftershave and Dante's fury filling the car. She looked at Da

he cashier's check and the folded papers inside. She pul

he sound raw and desperate in the

arital Dissolution" were printed at the top.

e papers in half. Then in quarters. He let the

phone, dialing a numbe

ll accounts associated with Helena Velasquez. Credit cards

ex's voice rep

onto the seat. He leaned toward Helena, a

et's see how far you get without a dime to your name. You're nothing