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.

the stranger’s arm. “If you

the man said. He balled his fist as Christopher slid down

this moment that she really was able to see the man

handsome. With dark eyes and a strong

longer on top and

to his feet, the man took a menacing step toward

said. “He

her. He looked deadly and still as if people’s lives meant nothing to him at

is not worth

move,

and get

addressing her, the stranger, or maybe

do that she hadn’t

head out of

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

Grace understood their confusion.

savior—wore old clothes. He looked… as

was threadbare, and his face

with

watched the car tear up the street. When the road was

you… for

grunted, but beyond

he walked across to the other side of the road, he

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

the man had saved her, Grace started

is your family? Do you have their phone

raised his head

her own eyes too many times when she’d been

darkness that spoke of nothing to

have nowhere to stay, you

***

to her apartment. She wasn’t impulsive by nature, and she certainly hadn’t dated anyone or

had saved her

shuddered at

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

life was never

did she bring

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