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Was she scared?

Truth be told, after countless encounters of this sort within the Quinn family, Stella no longer felt the raw fear that had gripped her the first time she witnessed Ronald take a life. Her gaze casually drifted to the lifeless body on the floor. "Was he one of Lancelot's guys?"

Lancelot - a name she'd heard Ronald and Hull mention back in Spring Hill.

Ronald hummed in acknowledgment before leaning in to press a kiss to her cold lips- tender, lingering, and entirely unexpected.

Stella's mind buzzed as she instinctively pushed at Ronald. "There's- there's a body right there."

Seriously, big guy, there's a dead man just feet away.

And Idris and the others were right there, too.

What was he thinking? Making it blatantly obvious that the girl he'd been raising for years had now become his woman?

Even Idris, who usually kept his emotions under wraps, felt his brain short-circuit.

Despite having an inkling about what had transpired the previous night, this outright show of affection...

Idris, along with the bodyguards, discreetly turned away.

It wasn't just Idris, Stella was equally flustered.

Considering the less-than-glorious events of last night, she thought she and Ronald needed time to sort things out.

to breathe. Not for her, not for

free, Ronald caught her hand. His voice, now tinged with desire,

couldn't muster

Stella was nearly out

her cheeks

forehead against hers. "Why did you

extra sleep and plenty of food to recover

which

chest, her

paused, a heaviness settling in

"She called you?"

me to pick her

phone nott tell Ronald about her visit. Yet, Stella

of displeasure crossed Ronald's eyes.

icy

AUMS

them, pivoted respectfully at the sound of

that little runaway is

Yvonne had turned the world upside down looking for Stella. Her

Stella, there'd be hell to pay. That girl was too cunning for her

back. Keep a close eye on her, and the person in charge this time can face the penalties