im to the police, and questioned him about how he was Clinton and why he wanted to harm her. But the imposter ignored her completely. Even when he gave her an answer

ne could possibly prove it was worth millions of dollars. Colors were mostly white. Qui

driver. He knew Kayla would be stubborn about stepping

ntly, her eyes following the driver, who just stepped out of the car. Seeing he was about pulling

she gripped on, and grasped the pull trim of the opposite door with her full strength. They continued that way until the driver finally pulled her

ds, reducing her chance of breaking free to zero. The driver bent over and lifted

!” she squea

the moment she got inside the house. She struggled with the muscular driver u

her pumps to break the door open. Idiot! She was an idiot for thinking her shoe could break such door, not even the

run into. Kayla was afraid, pained until it was writ on her livid face. She needed to make a call where Anthony wouldn't see nor hear her — where should she

d in the pocket of her trench coat. Her hands still quivered while she di

a b— hurt you? Tell me where you are, and I'll come and get you.” Over the phone

off her hold. She shuddered and saw it was Anthony. How in hell did the asshol

ngement.” He averted his eyes from her. “Don't expect her tonight because tonight…” He glanced at her again, then concluded with conspicuous dark intention in his tone an

e could hurt her, but no amount of his acrimony could stop her from being the outspoken woman she'd always been. “You’re an imposter. Clinton died years ago — eve

t she faced forward with her back to him. Then he pulled her closer, twisting her hand behind her ba

ringing a moan off her throat. “If you cherish the life of every single person in your god-damned family, then y

backward after

yed—” Kayla stopped. She almost said something that could make her angrier because this idiot needed her to be

ut for some reason, he controlled his feelings and took his leave. At least, she knew what she was bei

as the thought to escape stuck around her mind. But the fear he might be truculent than she believed made her reconsider the plan to e

o’cl

, at least her emotions abated a bit.

han,” a warm, fem

ad of Anthony's. Curiosity drove her attention to

ut adorably curvy, no doubt she was about 5’4”. Her rose pink lipstick firmly held Kayla's gaze as a radiant smile contorted the corner of her cupid-bow lips. She wore a slinky black skirt which

thony's plaything. Who would wear such a skirt in a man's house without

oduced, unwilling to drop her smile. “Please come with

dy for th

ck to Anthony. But where was the muscle? Since the audacity was missing, Kayla hoped that her glare was strong enough to scare A

lease make it easier for the both of us and come with me.”

scipline her if she failed to get her r

tell her off if she compelled Kayla. “If you decide not to follow me, t

rious? That would be among the most terrible experience she would go through in her

had ever been in such dilemma. She hesitated to stop Amy from going to call Anthony, her mouth open

at ignited the urge to stop Amy from going to call Anthony — meaning she'd choose to follow Amy. That imposter w