k, struggling to keep up with Jameson's long strides. He st

ts flashed. He opened the driver's s

second. She took a deep breath, pulled the handle

r and expensive leather, a scent that fel

d the car away from the curb, leavin

atbelt across her chest, watching the blurred trees pass by the window.

he finally asked, her v

ocked on the road. "My

ighborhood in Brooklyn. Jameson parked the car in front of a weather

epped into a cramped elevator that groaned and

ay and shoved a key into the lock. He

he furniture was minimal, generic, and completely devoid of

door in the short hallway. "That's

n of the tension in her chest loosened. She looked at him, he

, violent irritation flared in his chest, warring with the disgust he felt looki

en off, turned around, and walked o

nd over her stomach, feeling the slight firmness there. She to

Chevy. He turned the corner and stepped into a na

ng in the shadows. A man in a s

nalyst vanished. His shoulders squared, and the terrifying, co

Jameson slid into the plush leather se

een cleared for the morning. The background for the B

ld. "Cut off any access she might have to high-end soc

estroyed everything that mattered in my life," he whispered, the words laced with poison, his mind flashing to the twisted m

f the alley, disappearing into th

her few clothes in the empty closet. She walked into th

needed money. She needed to buy food for the

e climbed into the unfamiliar bed. Her body was exhausted, but for the first time in mon