rrel of dynamite. Dee's fingers went numb. She deleted the

can

e, this is the Monroe Group! This

the Monroes," she said, her voice tig

ne hardening. "Angelo Monroe asked for you

ntly. It was Chloe, her voice frantic. "Dee! Tur

ver her. She hung up

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father in a way that made him look like a degenerate, a pervert. The comments

her face. She knew ex

their revenge-to destroy her

e grabbed her keys and rushed out of the offi

rough traffic. "You did this," she snarl

he feigned concern. "I saw the ne

vomit. She hung up and drove st

ey were on the sofa, wine glasses in hand,

e. "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Come

ard her, her v

. "Your father's a criminal, and you're a shameless whor

the slap echo

tumbled backward, crashing to the floor, a bright red handprint b

ushed forward and shoved Dee.

re. "This is just the beginning. What you did to

ed out, leaving the

leaving her shaking. The slap had felt

ve. She finally did what she'd been avoiding. She di

ternity before he finally answered."Wh

e had left. "The video," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "You knew about it, didn'

ur situation was already enough to bring you to me. But this sho

nuckles white. "I'll do it. T

Nine a. m. tomorrow. As my client, we ne

tears came. A hot, silent flood of pure despair. She scrubbed them away

the apartment hallway's security camera, was already goin

alk of the town, her nam