Guinevere Cross drove through Beverly Hills late at night when her phone beeped.A video came in from an unknown number.She pulled over and parked, her hands shaking as she clicked to open it.Her breath caught. The video showed her—commanding her men as they set Madeline’s house on fire.Heart racing, she quickly searched under her car seat.There it was—a small bug, blinking.She yanked it out, fear tightening her chest, and stumbled out of the car.Before she could react, a speeding motorbike came out of nowhere.The rider, helmeted and faceless, swung something hard against her head.Guinevere collapsed on the cold ground, blood pouring from the wound as darkness closed in. ***Preston Carter was flipping pancakes when the doorbell rang.He checked the security camera—no one.Frowning, he set down the spatula, pulled off his apron, and wiped his hands. Then he reached for the gun he always kept close. His heartbeat quickened as he edged toward the door.With one hand, he
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