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“I’ to marry you,” I hissed “I’ll run I’ll turn you in to the police I’ll fucking kill you in your sleep”

I surprised myself with just how ruthless I sounded How sincere Sure, I very well could’ve had murder in my blood, my father could’ve been a serial killer for all I knew But I, Sienna Ridges, was all about peace and love and nonviolent conflict resolution For all my kinks and darkness, I did not relish violence Perhaps it was a result ofto bruises and cuts inflicted by a ht to beat a woman Or maybe it was because I preferred to use wit and se men Those cuts went so much deeper

But it seemed, when faced with some kind of mob boss as under the i wife—I was about getting my ass out of this situation with or without blood on my hands With or without murder on my soul

So told me this man had both blood on his hands and murder on his soul

“You won’t run or turn me in to the police,” he proclaimed calmly

I put h to say that?”

His eyes never left mine “Jessica Gonzalez Her son Eli They live in an apartood area, well , almost ie American citizen”

Heat a stack of papers sitting there

I stayed rooted to the spot, barely breathing as his words constricted around my heart My lip curled as I sank my teeth into it in frustration

“It has been in her family for years, fro up atpeople As desirable as the building is, the security is abysain, on her salary she doesn’t haveout her fah private school” Cristian spoke smoothly Matter-of-factly

Out of all the threats he could’ve made… It didn’t shock h to understand I didn’t care enough about Pete And I would’ve been willing to call his bluff on probably anything else But there were only three people in this world I cared about And he’d found them

He’d hurt an innocent wo child, if I refused him He was that kind of man Cold Ruthless Without morals The traits that had attracted me to him in the first place