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.

arm.

He balled his fist as Christopher slid down

stunned. It wasn’t until this moment that she really was able to see

and a strong jaw. Full lips and

longer on top and

his feet,

“He

deadly and still as if people’s lives

took a deep breath and said, “It is

nor move, but she sensed

grab his friends and get back

know if he was addressing her, the stranger, or maybe

could do that she

who’d been with these bastards stuck her head out of the car. “Holy sh*t! Is that

into the car and one asked, “Jason Reed, the richest man in

Grace understood their confusion.

savior—wore old clothes. He looked…

was no billionaire. His jacket was threadbare,

with

street. When the road was once again

“Thank you… for saving me

beyond that, didn’t

of the road,

the temperature was due to drop even lower. If he were to sleep on the road for the

man had saved her, Grace started walking

Do you have their phone number? I can help you call them and ask them to pick you

raised his head

the same darkness she’d seen in her own

of darkness that spoke of nothing to live for.

stay, you can stay with me,” she

***

nature, and

this man had saved her from rape, maybe even

shuddered at the

and how could that woman watch on while she was beaten up? As an attorney, she would’ve fought hard to see all of them in prison for their crimes or

life was

why did she

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