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in the centre of the kingsize bed. I reached my hand out. The sheets on the le

I pulled on a soft, creamcoloured Loro Pia

hirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, drinking black coffee while his assistant read the morning te

he table, but my eyes locked onto a thick st

Blake gestured to him. "This is a senior Private Judge who handles confidential le

ation papers across the marble. "Just your signatur

e matriarch of the Branch empire. I picked up the Montblanc pen and, without a single tremor in my hand, signe

l. "By the power vested in me by the Moon Goddess

ut a black Centurion Card, and slid it across

gled. In my past life, I had to beg my mother for c

up: Eleanor Wooten. The buzzing sound cut through the quiet room like a siren.

coffee. "Do you want me to have the telecom company

breath and s

ut by hand." I swiped the scre

screaming instantly

You get your ass back to the Long Island estate right now! You will explain this to the family, an

Blake's glass. "I'm coming back," I said, my voice dead flat.

ing the call, and immedi

right behind my chair. He placed both hands on the back of my seat, leaning

end a tactical team

ush of absolute power flooded my veins. Someone was finally s

oach is a waste of energy. I want

ight and looked

n at me. "Tear the house down if you want. N