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.

stranger’s arm. “If you punch him

He balled his

that she really was

was handsome. With dark eyes and a strong jaw. Full lips and

hair was longer on top and stylishly

back and got to his feet, the man took a

“He isn’t

deadly and still

is

move, but she sensed

the pause to grab his friends and

he was addressing

there wasn’t much Christopher could do that she

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

looked at her with shock as they climbed into the car

Grace understood their confusion.

old clothes. He looked… as broken as she

His jacket was threadbare, and his

peeled out with

street. When the road was once again

said, “Thank you… for saving me back

grunted, but beyond that, didn’t say

to the other side of the road, he

drop even lower. If he were to sleep on the

the man had saved her,

home now? Where is your family? Do you have their phone number? I can help you call them and ask them to pick

head and

was the same darkness she’d seen in her own eyes too many times when she’d been

darkness that spoke of

have nowhere to stay, you can

***

bring a stranger back to her apartment. She wasn’t impulsive by nature, and she certainly hadn’t dated anyone or even considered

her from

at the

fought hard to see all of them in prison for their crimes or complacency in it. But life had taught her that

was never

why did she bring

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