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“No one tells me no! Do you hear me you little slut? I always get what I want.”

The man whispered in my ear so close I could feel the moisture from his breath.

I gotta say the bastard was strategic with his timing.

Once we were out of sight, I stopped fighting against him, I figured I would need to save my energy for whatever this asshole had in store for me. Just as I was let free of his tight hold to turn and face my captor, another man appeared out of nowhere.

A man, concealed within the shadows of the dimly lit alleyway, solely illuminated by a flickering lamp that seemed poised to fail at any moment. With a single finger raised to his lips, he warned me not to speak or draw attention to him. His balled-up fist collided with the jaw of the asshole who I now recognized as the man who called me a whore at the bar a while earlier. Once he was distracted by my vigilante, I wasted no time in getting the hell out of there. I spun around and ran as quickly as my legs would take me. Distancing myself from the encroaching darkness until my lungs gave out.

Chapter 4

JASPER

My fist collided with his jaw catching him off guard. He turned to face me with wide eyes stumbling forward. He tried to fight back but I had the element of surprise on my side. Even if he had seen me coming, he didn’t have a chance against someone with my skill set and training.

I threw a few more punches at his, face hearing the crunch of bone with each blow. It had been too long since I had to fight like that, and I couldn’t deny the pleasure I felt behind it.

“If I were you, I’d be grateful you can limp away from here tonight. Don’t let me catch here again because if I see you ever again, I can promise the next time you won’t be so lucky.” I spit out standing over his battered, bloody body. His face was almost unrecognizable. He whimpered something that sounded like an apology, but I wasn’t interested in hearing it.

I turned on my heels and high-tailed it to the parking lot, searching for the mystery woman, I knew only as Harper.

I searched every corner, but she was nowhere in sight. It seemed impossible for her to have left so quickly, especially with the line of cars waiting to exit.

I suppose fear might render it feasible.

I walked up the aisle of idling cars peering into the window of each one looking for her. I had no idea what to say to her if I found her, but I needed to know she wasn’t hurt.

After several minutes and numerous disapproving glances from the occupants of the vehicles I had been checking, I was left with no option but to give up on my search.

She must have taken a cab.

I sprinted back to the building’s main entrance, ignoring the curious stares fixed on me, hoping to ask the doorman if he had seen her or maybe hailed a cab for her. That’s when I spotted her bag abandoned on the sidewalk. It must have fallen during the scuffle.

I identified it as hers by the small angel pinned to the strap. The angel pendant was misshapen and unattractive, with an emerald embedded in one of its wings. It was old and discolored. I wondered about its significance.

I reached into the purse retrieving what looked like a pocketbook hoping to find an ID or something that at least had a last name on it.

5’2

170 lbs.

green eyes

brown hair

organ donor.

Of course, she is.

The address was listed as a P.O. Box that I knew was assigned to students at the local college.

I reached into the breast pocket of my jacket retrieving my cell. There’s only one person who could help me find her.

“Max, I need you to get all the info you can on a young lady named Harper L. Williams.”

Chapter 5

HARPER

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