whispered, the word st

ove her designer clutch behind

-drained bottle of Don Julio, and the two shivering girls sitting in the booth. His

e air grew not

of the booth as if a grenade

aked, her hands clasped

s swagger evaporating into thin air. Nobody messed with the man who ran the city

at them. His eyes rem

u were supposed to report to the Payne residence in Westchester for dinner. Instead, you went to the Waldorf, caused a phy

ly dry. "I... I just wanted to see my f

hat you did to the Knight girl's face. The Police Commissioner's o

of this man-who had paid for her boarding school, who had dragged her mother's body out of the wreckage f

He casually pressed the knuck

k. C

ound of his joints

Chaim said. "You'r

her feet with clumsy haste. She shot a desperate, silent plea for help to

ck down the corridor, expecting to be drag

ast the restrooms toward the private curtained

stomach

back the ve

r sofa, bathed in the soft glo

tie was loosened by exactly one notch. He held his glass of bourbon in his hand, looking

, inclining his head toward the

enched so hard

alle

t ambush me in the hal

elbow with an iron grip, and pulled her rig

e," Chaim

g through the fog of terror. "Wha

gister that brook no defiance. "You were intoxicated, disorderly, and aggressive. The P

lared at

. He set the heavy glass down on a leather

ilky, warm, and entirely fake. "Miss Bradford simply had a little

g gi

s ten years older than her, yet he was talking down t

coldly. "Old enough to exercise

e and the smug, arrogant gaze of Wall Street's apex predat

forward slightly, and forced the

ry... for bumping i

ilted his head, resting his

t, Miss Bradford," Bennet murmured, his dark ey

ould kill, the entire Knight family

ow furrowing as he glared d

heavy, encrypted satellite phone inside his tre

aced by the lethal, razor-sharp focus of a federal investigator. He pulled the

ay

econds. His gray eyes h

ner ship from Rotterdam? Understood. Do not move the remain

ne shut, already t