Bound to the cold hearted lucas Lorenzo
She is mine.
My breath caught, "no" i gasped,
Christopher didn't hesitate for a single second. I never expected anything less. His hate for Maddie was one of his undiluted slogans.
He turned his head slightly, looking down at me where I struggled to pick myself up, his face a hardened mask of calculated, parental authority.
"Lucas. Let the girl go," Christopher commanded, his tone dropping into a dangerous, register
"Get into the helicopter
"No," I growled, coughing out blood, the word tearing through my raw, bleeding throat.
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