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53. Watch It All Burn.

ผู้เขียน: LORA ASHLEY
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~KIRA~

Whatever Ryker has, whatever he knows, I have a feeling that it might just be the key to finally tearing Layla apart piece by piece.

And I will be there to fucking watch her crumble.

“Payment won’t be an issue,” Dad’s voice breaks the silence. “You’ll have your money, Ryker.”

The entire room somehow is starting to feel colder now, the kind of bone-deep cold that has nothing to do with the dampness or the smell of rusted metal of the underground bunker. It has to do with Ryker’s silence and behavior, the way he leans back in his chair like he fucking owns the place.

“Money is good,” a smug grin tugs at one of the edges of Ryker's mouth as he rhythmically taps his rough looking fingers against the table’s surface in a slow pattern, “but money is not going to be enough.”

“What the hell do you mean?” I blurt out sharply. His eyes shift to meet my face instantly, and once again, I find myself noticing how fucking cold and predatory those eyes are.

“I want something else added to the
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