My Ex-wife is a Hidden Heiress!
“We go in there together, but you follow my instructions deal?”
She nodded a glimmer of trust in her eyes, deepening my guard. Driving back, Carter called, his voice strained. “The enforcer brought him to a warehouse—west side, old industrial area. But, Stefan, it’s rigged. Motion sensors, explosives. It’s a trap.”
I clutched the steering wheel and Valenticia’s eyes burned a hole in me. “Clara’s over there,” said she, her voice strong and without fear. “We have to go.”
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