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Author: Olly Dy
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Avery's hands were shaking so badly she could barely grip the steering wheel. She'd made it to her car, somehow. Through the alley, around the block, keeping to the shadows until she reached the parking garage two streets over where she kept her BMW.

Her suitcase was thrown in the back seat. Her purse on the passenger side. And she was driving with no real destination except away.

Away from the police. Away from Liam. Away from Astor and his threats and the whole goddamn mess she'd created.

The city lights blurred past her windows as she drove, her mind racing faster than the car. Where could she go? Who could help her? Everyone she knew was either connected to the Maddox family or the Sinclair family or both.

Except one person.

She pulled over in a parking lot, grabbed her burner phone from her purse. The one she'd bought months ago when all this started. When she'd first realized how deep in trouble she was.

She dialed a number she'd hoped she'd never have to use
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