Turner made a sound like a growl. "Sir, I need to get Miss Martinez to her appointment. Move.""Or what?" Ilias asked, that smirk still firmly in place. "You'll shoot us in a parking garage? That seems excessive.""I've done worse for less.""Ooh, scary." Ilias didn't look scared at all. He looked like he was having the time of his life. "But here's the thing, cutie. You might be very good at your job. You might be able to take me down. Hell, you might even be able to get a shot off at my friend before I stop you. But—" his smile grew sharper, "—are you willing to risk her safety to find out?"He gestured at me, and Turner's jaw clenched so tight I heard his teeth grind."Because if shooting starts in this garage, little Ivy here is going to be caught in the crossfire. And I don't think that's something your employer would forgive."Turner knew he was right. We all knew he was right. Starting a fight here would put me in danger, and Turner's entire job was keeping me safe."Smart man,

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This was insane. This man had held a gun to my head. Had threatened to kill my father. Had slashed my tires and manipulated me and promised to watch me suffer.And I was standing here letting him touch me. Wanting him to touch me more.What the fuck was wrong with me?"You're thinking too much," Ares murmured, his thumb stroking along my jaw. "I can see it in your eyes. All those thoughts racing through your pretty head.""I'm thinking about how much I hate you," I managed to say."Liar." But he said it fondly, like my hatred was adorable. "You're thinking about what it would feel like if I kissed you right now. If I pressed you against that car over there and showed you exactly what happens when you look at me with those defiant eyes."My breath hitched audibly, and his smile turned predatory."That's what I thought." His face moved closer, close enough that I could feel his breath on my lips. "You want me, little birdie. Even though you know you shouldn't. Even though you know I'm d

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SOPHIEThe invitation to the Blackwood charity gala sat on my vanity like a piece of trash I'd had to dig out of a dumpster.Because that's essentially what I'd done to get it.I glared at the elegant cream cardstock with its gold embossed lettering and felt rage bubble in my chest. One month. One entire fucking month of groveling, ass-kissing, and debasing myself to get two measly tickets to an event I should have been invited to automatically.But no. The Sterlings weren't important enough for invitations like these.The realization had been like a slap three weeks ago when my friend Clarissa Montgomery—a distant cousin to the Blackwoods—had casually mentioned she was attending the gala."You're going too, right?" she'd asked over brunch. "With your new husband? The one you said was very rich? I'd love to meet him.""Of course," I'd lied smoothly. "We wouldn't miss it."But when I'd gotten home and searched through Alexander's mail, his social calendar, his email—nothing. No invitat

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