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2025-07-10 07:00:00Brayden’s grip tightened on the steering wheel as he swerved, attempting to maneuver around the sudden obstacle in their path.
A sleek black SUV had pulled out of nowhere, cutting them off with perfect timing, forcing him to slam the brakes.The tires screeched loudly against the pavement, the smell of burnt rubber filling the air as their momentum jolted them forward.“Damn it!” Ryder snapped, his eyes darting between the car and the woman they had been tailing. “She’s getting away!”Brayden barely spared him a glance, his entire focus locked onto the fleeing figure as she darted toward the crowded street ahead. His mind worked quickly, analyzing the situation, looking for a way out, but the SUV in front of them refused to budge.The driver of the obstructing vehicle didn’t step out or even roll down their window.The tinted glass made it impossible to see who was inside, but their intentions were clear. They weren’t here by accident.“Move the d
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He tossed her into the passenger seat, his movements swift and controlled, but there was a raw intensity in his grip that sent a shiver down Penelope’s spine. The door slammed shut beside her, and she blinked against the sudden darkness inside the car. Her vision was a little blurry, her head swimming from all the alcohol she had consumed, but even through her hazy state, she could feel the weight of Brayden’s gaze on her.A drunken giggle slipped past her lips as she reached for the door handle, her fingers fumbling clumsily. “I should— I should get out,” she murmured, her voice slurred but laced with amusement. “I was having so much fun inside.”But before her fingers could close around the handle, a strong, warm hand wrapped around her wrist, halting her movements. Brayden was already beside her, his jaw clenched tightly, his grip firm but not painful. His touch sent an unexpected jolt through her, sobering her up just slightly.“You’re not going a
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Brayden’s car screeched to a halt just outside the bar, the tires skidding slightly against the pavement as he threw the gear into park. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white with the force of his anger and concern. The pounding music from inside vibrated through the air, the heavy bass making the ground beneath him feel alive, but all he could focus on was one thing—Penelope.Without wasting another second, he shoved the door open and stepped out, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd that lingered outside the entrance. Some were chatting, laughing loudly, leaning against the walls with drinks in their hands, but none of them mattered to him. He moved forward, pushing past a group of people, his gaze cutting through the dim lighting and flashing neon signs as he searched for her.Then he saw her.His body tensed immediately, a mixture of frustration and something else—something dangerously close to jealousy—clawing at his insid
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Penelope stumbled out of the agency building, her vision blurred with unshed tears. She felt like the walls were closing in on her, suffocating her with the weight of humiliation. Every word that had been thrown at her, every insult that had been spat in her face, replayed in her mind like a broken record. The sting of Rosa’s slap still burned against her cheek, a cruel reminder of the way she had been treated. The worst part wasn’t even the slap—it was the way the supervisor had stood there, watching, allowing it to happen as if Penelope had deserved it. The way the others had stared at her, some with pity, some with indifference, but not one person had stepped in to help her.Her hands trembled as she gripped the steering wheel of her car. She could barely see where she was going, but she didn’t care. She just needed to get away. She needed to breathe. She needed to escape the overwhelming feeling of being powerless. Before she knew it, she had dr
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Penelope sat at her desk, still shaken from what had happened earlier. The burning sensation on her chest had dulled into a painful throb, but her anger was only growing. She kept replaying the moment over and over in her head—Rosa’s smug face, the heat of the coffee searing through her clothes, the way she had walked away without a single ounce of remorse.She was still lost in thought when a sharp voice called her name.“Penelope Lorenzo, report to the supervisor’s office immediately!”Her stomach twisted. She had a bad feeling about this. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to stand, her knees still weak from the shock of the morning’s events.She walked through the hallways, every step feeling heavier than the last. As she reached the door, she hesitated for a moment before knocking lightly.“Come in,” a gruff voice answered.She pushed the door open and stepped inside. The supervisor sat behind his desk, her glasses perched on the bridge of her
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Penelope arrived at the agency the next morning, her nerves on edge. She had spent the entire night tossing and turning, hoping that today would be uneventful. After what happened with Anya, she knew Rosa was furious. The way the woman had stormed off, humiliated and seething, had left Penelope unsettled. She had wanted to reach out, to explain, to apologize, but she also knew Rosa would not be willing to hear her out.As she walked into the building, adjusting the strap of her bag over her shoulder, she muttered a silent prayer. All she wanted was to get through her shift without any confrontations. But just as she stepped through the glass doors, fate played a cruel trick on her.Rosa was already there.Their eyes locked the moment Penelope entered. Rosa stood a few feet away, her expression dark with fury. She had changed her hair, tying it into a sleek ponytail, but the change did nothing to soften the scowl on her face. The way she stared at
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Brayden sat in the dimly lit room, his fingers drumming against the wooden table as he reviewed the details they had gathered from the license plate. The night had been frustrating enough, but at least now they had something tangible to work with. A name. An address. A lead.Ryder leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest as he studied Brayden’s expression. “We’re not waiting, are we?”Brayden looked up, his eyes cold and unreadable. “No. We’re going now.”Ryder smirked, already expecting that response. “Figured as much.”Brayden pushed himself to his feet, rolling his shoulders. “If this car was part of the setup, then whoever owns it either helped that woman escape or knows who did. Either way, they have answers, and I want them.”Ryder straightened, cracking his knuckles. “Guess that means we’re making a house call.”Brayden didn’t respond, already dialing a number on his phone. The line rang once before someone picked up.“Boss?”
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