The Billionaire’s Captive Bride
The man in the hood stood ahead, his gun glinting with cold intent, while the SUV’s engine growled closer, boxing me in. My breath hitched, my heart hammering in my ears. I was trapped, no knife, no car, just a little over sixty bucks.
“Who are you?” I demanded, my voice shaking but sharp, trying to buy time. My eyes darted, searching for any escape.
The man’s lips curled, his voice low and mocking. “You’re Lynx, aren’t you? Ghost Clan’s got a nice price on your head. Thought you’d be harder to catch.”
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