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CHAPTER 8: THE FIRST RULE OF SURVIVAL
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THE DON'S DISCARDED BRIDE CHAPTER 8: THE FIRST RULE OF SURVIVAL
Sophia threw her first clean punch on day five.Kira was holding the focus pad at shoulder height, calling out combinations jab, cross, hook and Sophia had been drilling the same sequence for forty minutes, sweat sticking her tank top to her spine, her wrapped knuckles raw under the tape. She was tired. She was sore. Her arms felt like bags of wet sand.But when Kira called the hook, something clicked. Sophia’s hip rotated. Her shoulder followed. Her fist connected with the pad so hard that the crack echoed off the gym walls and Kira’s arm snapped sideways.Kira grinned. There she is. Sophia shook out her hand. Her knuckles were singing. She grinned back, and it felt wild on her face feral, unfamiliar, like smiling with teeth she’d just grown.She caught movement at the edge of her vision. Dominic was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching. His expression wasn’t the one she expected. Not pride. Not amusement. Something heavier. Something that sat in the space between admira
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Two hundred thousand dollars.Sophia sat in Dominic’s study the next morning and stared at the dark web posting on the screen in front of her. Her face. Her name. The address of her old apartment. A photo from her social media the one where she was laughing at a friend’s birthday party two years ago, red wine in her hand, head thrown back, completely unaware that the man sleeping beside her every night was the kind of monster who would one day put a price on her life.Dead or delivered.She read it three times. Memorized the screen. Then she closed the laptop and turned to Dominic. What happens now,He was already on the phone. He’d been on the phone since 6 AM, and his voice had that calm, measured quality that she was learning meant someone, somewhere, was about to have a very bad day.He hung up. Every bounty hunter in the city just received a message, he said. Anyone who touches you answers to me. Personally.And that’s enough,Yes,He said it like he was telling her the weather. No brava
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She stayed.She told herself it was because of the kitchen.Three industrial-grade ovens with digital temperature controls. A marble countertop so wide she could roll out pastry dough for twelve people without running out of space. A copper KitchenAid mixer that probably cost more than two months of her old rent. And the flour—imported Italian tipo 00, stacked in neat white bags on the shelf like they’d been placed there by someone who knew exactly what a pastry chef needed.It was a lie. She knew it was a lie even as she pulled the flour down at 5 AM on her second morning in Dominic Cross’s penthouse, unable to sleep, unable to stop replaying the sound of his voice through the intercom—stay, and I’ll tell you.She hadn’t stayed for the kitchen.She’d stayed because she had nowhere else to go.The butter was European. Unsalted, high-fat, the kind that turned croissants into something religious. She cut it into cold slabs and started the laminating process—fold, roll, quarter-tur
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Sophia woke up in a bed that didn’t belong to her. The sheets were silk. Cool and silver-gray, sliding against her skin like water. The pillow beneath her head smelled like lavender, and for one drowsy, disoriented moment she thought she was in a hotel—that Marcus had surprised her with a weekend getaway, that the divorce papers and the parking garage and the blood on her lip had all been some terrible dream. Then she turned her head and saw the city. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across the entire wall. No curtains. Just glass and sky and a view that made her stomach drop—skyscrapers below her, not above. She was so high up that the cars on the street looked like ants, and the river in the distance glittered like someone had scattered diamonds across its surface. She sat up. Too fast. Her split lip throbbed, and her left wrist ached where the thug had twisted it. She was still wearing last night’s dress, but her heels were gone. Someone had taken off her shoes. A man’s
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