Bound by Gun (Book 1)
Now, all that lingered were whispers of a life she may never reclaim.
The car gradually came to a halt as they neared the entrance of a secluded driveway, anticipation hanging in the air. Catalina’s breath hitched as she beheld the mansion looming against the darkened sky. It stood like a sentinel, its intricate iron gates and formidable stone walls exuding an aura of strength and foreboding.
The car glided forward, tires whispering against the gravel as the gates creaked open, revealing a world filled with unspoken promises.
As the car came to a halt, the man next to her clasped her arm—not with aggression, but with a steady grip that conveyed the futility of defiance. She faltered a bit as
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