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How aes of Kestrel--slowly dying alone in a strange hospital Then

He’d never grown out of the spoiled brat syndrome--just like Daniel

I didn’t know the full story of how my father became heir, but my mother had dropped hints Es, but he’d told so they’d die with her with no repercussions

Livid rage heated my veins, better than any heater

Now, he’ll pay

And I knew exactly how I’d do it

Pulling out e to Nila

Unknown Number: I love you with every breath and heartbeat Stay true to yourself Trust h You’re ive up on me, Nila Two days and it’s over

I didn’t wait for a reply Waiting would drive me crazy and horrid conclusions would consume me I had to trust that Jasmine would keep Nila safe and allowinto the duffel, I pulled out the little black address book I’d kept hidden in iven Flaw directions on where to retrieve it when he collected me An address book was archaic nowadays with phones and computers, but I’d never been more thankful for old-fashioned practices

I had no clue where h the dog-eared pages, I sighed with relief, grateful for contacts I could rely on Men I’d met and were loyal to ht Men who could help alities

My eyes skipped over nu routes Outlaws and pioneers, tanker captains and bribed coastguards

I ht have a need for them in the future, but not for this

I had one man in mind

There it is

Arthur ‘Kill’ Killian, Pure Corruption MC

I doubted lish estate would have the personal contact of a president of an A the number, I pressed call on the phone and held it to nal in the woods--struggling to connect Buckingha stopped, followed by a loud screech "You’ve reached Kill"

My hand tightened around the phone "Hawk calling"

A pause, followed by soet somewhere private"

"Sure"