Mag-log in"Oh?" Arabella let out a harsh, bitter laugh that ended in a cough. "You have a shallow grave in this driveway if I tell him to pull the trigger." "Try it," Dante challenged, though his eyes flicked nervously back to Alcott’s unblinking stare. "Go ahead. If I don't check in with my guy by sunrise,
"Don't move. Don't even fucking blink." Alcott kept the heavy .38 revolver trained dead center on Dante’s chest. Inside the sedan, Arabella shoved herself up from the floorboards. Her breath hitched, catching painfully on her bruised ribs as she peered through the glass. When she recognized the f
Alcott’s hands tightened on the leather steering wheel. Beside him, Arabella stared blankly out the passenger window, oblivious to where the car had come from, oblivious to the cash jammed under the passenger seat, and oblivious to the dark blood dried into the leather treads of his boots. He had
Alcott shoved the crash bar down and the door flew open. They stumbled into the stairwell. The heavy door swung shut behind them, leaving the corridor and everything waiting inside it on the other side. Alcott was already moving. “Come on.” He took the stairs two at a time. Arabella str
He stood so still that, for a second, Arabella thought he was simply another hospital employee waiting for someone. The man stepped out of the alcove and went straight for the officer. The attack happened so quickly Arabella barely understood what she was seeing.. His left arm swept around th
Arabella Pain was a constantly thumping behind Arabella’s eyes, but it was the anticipation that was driving her mad. Her hair was stiff with dried blood. Her skin felt grimy. There were bruises around her throat, across her face, along her arms and ribs. She just wanted to wash. That was







