Chapter 707

"Drop him, girl. Being with him is like dancing on a tightrope."

Elysia knew this message came from that mysterious dude who had a bone to pick with Tarin. He'd been gunning for Tarin's downfall, hoping to see him bite the dust!

She wasn't exactly Tarin's fan club president before they started dating. To her, he seemed like a walking disaster.

But now that Tarin was her main squeeze, she downright loathed the guy!

Her boyfriend's enemy was her enemy.

Elysia frowned, thumbing a rapid response, "Was that car wreck today your handiwork?"

The reply came swift, "Not me, but I've got the 411 on who did."

Elysia pressed, "Who?"

someone in your

tighter. Someone

dig deeper, he added, "But I'm zipping it on their details. Enemy of my enemy and

him. There's a line of folks wanting to take him down. Jump

Elysia bristled,

in. Save your breath. Nothing you say is going to make me walk away!" Her

waiting for a reply

stranger, and just before dawn, she finally drifted

of Tarin, bloodied and battered, fleeing for his life with a mob hot on his heels - some armed with knives, others with guns, all

up, Tarin stumbled, and the mob

"No! Stop! Ahhh-"

through the silence, waking her. Tarquin was right there, concern etched

up, and she collapsed into his

heart aching, held

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