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Belle didn’t have a gun, just her fists They’d always been enough She hadn’t trained in a while, her growing curves proof, but she was still strong, and nobody could take away her deep-seated skill set

Donald’s car was parked outside a restaurant The place looked expensive She could see people eating at their tables frolass s Most of the men were in suits It was the type of place her parents would frequent

Belle couldn’t stand rich snobs They re bets around the ring There were so s more precious thanThey believed the dollar was more important than human life

Belle asked her Uber driver to wait for her outside

She entered the restaurant, feeling a sense of unease as people turned to look at her Belle looked out of place, but she wasn’t there to i breath and ignored the staff questioning her as she scanned the roo near a back ith one other man

He had to knohere Ava was Her father was using her as bait to protect this pig They wanted Belle dead, but they didn’t realize what she was capable of She i the life from the rich asshole

“Excuse me? Can I help you?”

Belle ignored the waiter, bu him with her shoulder as she headed for the far table Once next to Donald Ford, she waited until he noticed her standing there

He squinted, putting on an act of being confused

“You knoho I am,” she said

“Do I?”

“You’re very cozy with my father Don’t remember him? Randal Aiello?”

He smiled “Of course Youwhen you were this high” He motioned with his hand at her waist level

She shook her head “You want ? To pretend I didn’t see what I saw? I know a lot about you”