Chapter 2

Terrence Klein shifted in the front seat of the car and considered his options.

His boss, Jason Reed, had approached the group near the sports car. The headlights showed the woman on the ground and the three men.

He better not go crazy…

Terrence had seen his boss Jason lose it before.

It was terrifying.

He glanced around, gauging if there were any traffic cameras on this deserted stretch of road or if there were any other bystanders who might witness Jason killing somebody.

He prayed it wouldn’t go that far.

But he knew Jason and what he was capable of.

This was going to be bloody, and brutal.

Tonight, the road had already been closed, so who would have expected that five people and a Ferrari would break in here?

They’d disturbed Jason, who wanted to be alone.

Every year on this day, Jason always closed this whole road and stayed on it alone, wearing old clothes.

No one dared to ask the reason as if it were taboo.

Terrence who had worked for Jason all these years didn’t know the reason either.

At this moment, as he watched his boss lift a heavyset man with ease and slam his head against the wall over and over, he did not know whether he should stop him.

He got out of the car.

Beating up some would-be rapists was one thing. Killing them… wouldn’t be so easy to overlook. Or clean up.

And the men on this road were driving a Ferrari not a Ford.

Which meant, like Jason, they had money.

He started toward Jason and then paused when just as suddenly, his boss stopped fighting the man.

Please.” Grace touched the stranger’s arm. “If you punch him

balled his

this moment that she

was handsome. With dark eyes and a strong

was longer on

to his feet, the man took

“He isn’t worth

into her. He looked deadly and still as if people’s lives

deep breath and said, “It is not worth being imprisoned for a lowlife like

move, but she sensed him

advantage of the pause to grab his friends and get back into his car. “You’ll pay for this!”

if he was addressing her, the stranger, or maybe

wasn’t much Christopher could do that she

been with these bastards stuck her head

the car and one asked,

Grace understood their confusion.

savior—wore old clothes. He looked… as broken as she

billionaire. His jacket was threadbare, and his face

peeled out with

street. When the road was once again quiet, she looked

hesitantly said, “Thank you…

but beyond that, didn’t say

side of the road, he sat down with his

was cold and windy. And the temperature was due to drop even lower. If he

that the man had saved her, Grace started walking over

night. Aren’t you going home now? Where is your family? Do you

head

own eyes too many times

of darkness that spoke of nothing to live for. No

stay, you

***

nature, and she certainly

man had saved her from

shuddered at the

them were soulless… and how could that woman watch on while she was beaten up? As an attorney, she would’ve fought hard to

was

why did she bring this

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