to Brooklyn was a b

rika's arm screamed. The cold wind outside the

stairs to her apartment. Her hand shook viole

scratch marks around the metal cylinder, a sudden cold dread f

e door open, re

e stepped inside,

es was gone. Instead, the heavy, expensive aroma of

rted to the cen

man in a bespoke charcoal suit. His long legs

e Mo

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run entirely cold was

is small head resting aga

inding, exploded

creamed, launching he

hands clawing at his suit jacket, t

t with his left arm. His right hand shot out, his long

o crash onto the sofa cushion right beside him. He ca

, letting out

his large hand instinctively coming up to cup the

her life-comforting her son made Erika feel p

go!" she

ut up," he growled, his voice a danger

or. She glared at Doyle, her chest hea

lowly dropped

anded on h

e now, the skin peeling

room plummeted. The grip on her wrist tighten

s voice was deathly quiet, but the

"Why don't you ask your girlfriend? It w

. A flash of violent, unrest

sneered, his lip curling. "Who gave you permission to go

k. "HR assigned me the delivery

hosted over her lips. "Nothing happens in my company wit

her like a physical

re thing. He wanted her humi

unfiltered rage

ck and slapped him across the

ck echoed in

d snapped t

ped Connor onto the sofa cushions, grabbed both o

hest against hers, tr

till sleeping soundly. A dark, ugly

this what you reduced yourself to? Letting you

her teeth into the thick muscle of his shou