f the NYU campus, clutching a stack of heavy reference books to he

n. A cherry-red Ferrari swerved aggressively, cuttin

olmes' notorious playboy nephew, stepped out.

sses to reveal eyes that looked entirely too much like his uncle's. "Let's see what kind of woman

k, her knuckles turning white as she gripped her

million-dollar smile. "Well, look at you. Why

on her chest. He reached out, trying to hook a fi

ch churning with disgust. "Move," she

p forward, trapping her against the edge of the Ferrari. He pulled a V

aybach with a specialized license plate

o the pavement. He wore a bespoke three-piece suit, bu

him this morning crashed into the reality of the tab

antly. He shrank back, his v

and lethal, locked onto his nephew. It was th

the collar of Felipe's silk shirt, his fist twisting the fabri

blotchy red. He clawed uselessly

isper in Felipe's ear. Then, with a violent flick

d, rubbing his bruised shoulder, too terrified to speak. He sc

aded, leaving a suffocati

waiting for the explosion. Waiting for him t

still. He slowly, methodically

didn't even look at her. His gaze swept right over

t back into the Maybach,

aling him away. The car pulled away smooth

solute dismissal crushed her chest. The physical pa

rything. She was

the tears back down her throat. A bitter

d sprinted to

yme was sitting at the mirror

ng dress from Karyme's hand-a black sequined slip dress that barely

stopped just below her thighs, clinging to c

a loud gasp. "H

d lipstick and applied it heavily, masking her pale, tremblin

orm and hailed a cab to the Meatpacking District.