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Is that code? As in—found a buyer, fire sale?
I’m too stunned to move. Too gutted to breathe. Too flooded with emotions until they pile on top of each other, toppling me.
Until it all goes numb.
My hand claws at the leash around my neck. The one with the tracker buried in it.
Shit. I can’t even run.
Out of frustration, or desperation, I yank.
Hard.
Once. Twice. Again and again.
The band bites deep into my skin, but refuses to give.
The world tilts, wild and spinning, before it slams back into his word.
Arrangements.
What arrangements?
And who the hell is Sabine?
Blood slips from my fingertip, dotting the floor. I’m making a mess.
A quiet, bitter laugh breaks free.
I am the mess.
The one he’s done with. The one he’s ready to clean up. Mafia style.
Sweep me, and the baby inside me, right off the board and out of his life.
I don’t bother catching the rest of the conversation… not that I could over the roar of blood pounding in my ears.
His intentions are brutally clear.
He doesn’t want me.
And while I was busy catching feelings for my captor, he was busy evicting me from his life.
One way or another.
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“What do I do?”
My plea falls on deaf ears.
I've been laying on top of Dante’s sarcophagus for so long I'm shivering. Would it kill them to turn up the heat in here?
Tears streak my face hot and fast.
I’ve got nowhere to go and no idea what to do.
