Hamilton X Burr Novels & Stories

] [Here's what you do: slip the security guard a few hundred, ask if anyone's been coming in and out. I just stared at the screen, heart racing, mind spinning. Distracted, I changed and headed out to dinner. Stuart had booked my favorite spot. He couldn't handle spicy food, but still ordered a full table of flaming red dishes just for me—sweating and chugging water the whole time. For a second, I felt guilty. 'Maybe I AM overthinking this.' Halfway through dinner, I couldn't hold it in. "The hamster we raised died. You know that, right?"

She couldn’t deny how his muscular body and pure masculine magnetism drew her to him. If he regained movement she’d die. She knew that and he probably wished he could get his hands on her. She glanced across the room to stare at the cracked and peeling white paint that ran the length of the room on the floor by the door. The staff called it the kill line. All test subjects were shackled by each limb. Though they were strong enough to break chains occasionally, none had ever broken all four at once. They only needed one free limb to kill. She sat inside the kill zone with an enraged, huge male whose two arms were chained but they weren’t connected to anything anymore. That realization made he