uvet. Her bare feet hit

-to-ceiling mirror i

nty-four. Her skin was flawless. Ther

soft skin of h

It wasn't a dream. The pain was r

echoed throu

was shoved open, hitt

ailored charcoal suit. His jaw was clenched, and h

a gesture he always ma

ight?" Gerard demanded. His voice was a

londra's veins. The memory of the crushed Porsche and his

cry. She

. Her face was complet

further into the room. This wasn't her usual reaction

d warned, pointing a finger at her, "

ed. A short, dry laug

Her voice was steady an

d to his side. He stared at h

e it back, a sneer

threatening me will get my attention? Fine. Play y

rned her b

loset and yanked down a black leather sui

of her basic t-shirts, jeans, and a few

ding the diamond necklaces Gerard had bought her.

ficient movements. The sneer

thout the Arnold name," Gerard m

pulled it shut. The sharp met

walked over to him. She looked at him the

ontact you on Mon

der brushing his arm, and head

kitchen island, arranging white lilies in a vase. He

mmered. "Are you leaving?

he offered the old

id. "And please, don't ca

m. He stood at the end of the ha

never coming back!" Gerard roared. H

't even brea

r, pulled the handle, and stepped o

The massive boom echoed in the hallway,