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airs. His eyes were cold, like he was looki

Merritt was seated on the so

into a victorious smirk, but he

. "I hear you've come to your senses and are r

fore her i

back with his elbow,

et Eleanor's gaze. "I have

rus's face went purple with r

thing. "You broke my son's arm, made him a laugh

he middle of the night with ill intent,"

? Don't flatter yourself. You're nothing but a woman

k that pathetic garage your mother left you will keep you safe? Let me tell you something.

it. The Merritt family had enough local influence to c

ive, cloying perfume, "is to get on your knees and beg Brett to forgive you. Then, you wi

t?" I asked,

insect, "perhaps we'll be merciful and allow you to remain in town as

st rung on the club lad

es pleading, urging me t

and a strange calm settled over me. When you're push

. "Eleanor Merritt," I said, my voice a low,

er. We have no relationship. You hav

mother's legacy. It belongs to me, and

high-society act. This is the world of bikers, not your afternoon tea party. And if you e

, sharp crack, like a

ss, pointing a trembling fi

bbing my arm. "Eva! Are you i

"I've said my piece. If you want to stay her

had probably never been spoken

urned on Cyrus. "Cyrus Bentley! This is t

out, her heels clicking an

cept for the sound of C