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Chapter 17

Grant roars up five minutes later in a metallic red Bugatti. I would normally go gaga over it if I weren’t so scared. The twenty people walking by certainly do a double take, though.

Grant jumps out of the car, runs over to me, grabs me by the shoulders, and looks into my eyes. “Are you alright?”

I nod, then burst into tears again as he hugs me tight against his chest.

“You shouldn’t have come,” I sob. “He might be here, waiting for you…”

“He’s not here,” Grant says darkly. “He won’t take me out on the street, not with so many people around. He wants to have his fun.”

I was getting it together until I hear ‘He wants to have his fun.’ Then I break down into sobs again.

“Here… get in the car,” Grant says, opening the passenger side door for me. “We’re going back to the penthouse.”

“We should call the police.”

“No police.”

“But he might be following us.”

“Which is why we’re going back to the penthouse, and then we’re getting the fuck out of Dodge.”

We drive down the streets of New York,
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