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Chapters (73)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. TABLE OF CONTENTS
  3. PRAISE FOR K. BROMBERG
  4. ALSO WRITTEN BY K. BROMBERG
  5. CHAPTER ONE
  6. CHAPTER TWO
  7. CHAPTER THREE
  8. CHAPTER FOUR
  9. CHAPTER FIVE
  10. CHAPTER SIX
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT
  13. CHAPTER NINE
  14. CHAPTER TEN
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  22. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  23. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  44. CHAPTER FORTY
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  54. CHAPTER FIFTY
  55. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  56. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
  57. CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
  58. CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
  59. CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
  60. CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
  61. CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
  62. CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
  63. CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
  64. CHAPTER SIXTY
  65. CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
  66. CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
  67. CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
  68. CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
  69. CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
  70. CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
  71. EPILOGUE
  72. EPILOGUE TWO
  73. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“I’m going to say it again, Paul, and then I’m going to call the cops. You need to go.” I walk over to open the door and point to the alley.

Big mistake.

Because the diamond catches the light, flashing between us. Paul has my wrist gripped in his hand in seconds. His eyes narrow as he studies it, the vein in his forehead popping out. “Hmm. Seems you are whoring for him.” He flashes a nasty smile. “Guess I could always take back what’s owed to me.” His eyes drag up and down the length of me. “One way or another.”

“Let. Me. Go,” I grit out. Paul is all bark and no bite, but that doesn’t mean fear isn’t snaking down my spine. What is he actually capable of?

Paul’s chuckle is maniacal as he tries to pull me against him with one hand while the fingers of his other are on the ring on my finger.

Before I can react, the bell above the door chimes, and then suddenly, Paul is no longer touching me. Jase comes out of nowhere and has Paul pinned against the wall, his forearm against Paul’s throat and his face inches away.

“That’s my wife,” Jase growls. “Stay the fuck away from her. Do. Not. Ever. Touch. Her. Again.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Gizmo

I’ve felt rage before.

I’ve swung fists and broken bottles over heads and on bar tops.

I’ve let my anger get the best of me more times than I can count.

But this? Seeing that fucker’s hands on Hendrix? Sensing her fear as she struggled against his grip? This is completely different.

This is lethal.

I’ve never wanted to harm somebody more than I do right now. How the fuck did he get past Sammy?

Paul wheezes beneath my grip, his hands grabbing and fingers clawing at my forearm for an easier breath. “I’m going to sue you for everything you’re worth.”

I press harder, my pulse pounding in my ears. “Try me. I have a lawyer who eats pricks like you for lunch,” I say, knowing damn well Nathaniel is more Paul than he is me, but the thought’s fleeting as I remember where those hands of his just were.

“Fuck you,” he grunts out.

“Call her a whore again. See what happens,” I threaten.

“Jase.” Hendrix’s voice is quiet but firm. It barely cuts through the haze in my brain. She places her hand on my arm and pulls back. A subtle reminder where I am and what the fuck I’m doing. “You can’t.”

I hear her words, I know what she means—that I can’t afford more bad press, a lawsuit, a scandal. It’s so tempting to get lost in the noise and forget that there’s a highbrow judge already looking for a reason to believe I’m a reckless asshole.