**Stella's POV** "How do I know him?" The tattooed man stands, pulling out his phone. "Sweetheart, Shawn works for us." He starts typing something. "Which means you—" He looks at me with new interest. "—are leverage." "Shawn?" I blink, genuinely confused. "What do you mean he works for you? He works for my father." The words slip out before I can stop them. The second they leave my mouth, I know I’ve made a mistake.“Your father?” The tattooed man leans forward, interest sharpening. “And who might that be?”I press my lips together, refusing to answer. My pulse roars in my ears as my mind races... If these rogues know I'm the daughter to a billionaire rogue, they won't let me go that easily.“Out with it, little fox.” One eyebrow lifts, slow and deliberate. “Who is your father?”I swallow hard. “My father is a nobody. Shawn worked with him years ago—” I rush the words, desperate to steer the conversation away from my father. “So if you know Shawn, then you know he’ll come for me.
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