hard plastic chair

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he double doors. "Isabell

into a small, windowless consultation room that smelled of bleach. "The expedited results ar

aring the flap open. She pulled out the official document and scrolled her e

y of Mater

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r. Zero percent. Her baby was gone. The child she had raised, the child she had loved for

ass doors of the clinic a

t was freezing. The icy drops soaked t

th Avenue. She looked like a ghost. Her hair w

d red. She didn't see i

ch of tires rippe

stopped exactly two in

dirty rainwater soaked into her clothes. She sat there, shiverin

of the Maybach s

yes scanned the pathetic figure on the

ellow glow over the wom

s pupils contracted. The ai

was

jaw. It was the woman from the VIP club. The woman he had

. His expensive leather shoes ste

tantly appeared, holding a mass

ook three long strides and stood o

. Rainwater dripped from her eyela

large, warm hand clamped

kay. He didn't offer to he

is grip yanked her o

ts finally kicked in. She thrashed ag

she screamed, he

t say a word. He dragged her tow

leather-scented backseat. It

he door shut, cutting o

The leather squeaked under his weight. T

owel from a compartment and t

ssing her spine against the opposite door. She pulled her