Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

"Of course. Take as much as you need."

Morris grinned.

"That's a relief."

After lunch, Nathalie drove Morris back to Vincent Corporation.

As they pulled up to the front, Nathalie and Morris bumped into Mick and Jackson.

The memory of Mick's dirty trick the other night flashed in Nathalie's mind. Her face went from sunshine to thundercloud in an instant.

"Mick, how do you want to settle our score?" Nathalie slipped a hand into her coat, pulled out a coiled leather whip, and wrapped it slowly around her palm, her movements wicked and wild.

Mick froze, stunned to see this fierce, take-no-prisoners side of Nathalie behind her usual softness.

He shot her a wary look, but kept his cool. "Ashley, nothing really happened to you that night, did it?"

"Now that Morris is with me, maybe we should just let this go. No point holding grudges, right?"

Nathalie's icy glare eased a bit. She didn't want her brother Nathan getting caught in Mick's crosshairs, so she was willing to swallow her pride for Morris's sake.

worry about me. Handle him however you like. As long as you're happy.

up, "Morris, already forgot the humiliation you

have said that. At those words,

on you this

then pouted, "Yeah. See these scratches on my arm? Mick

Nathalie's patience snapped. She

like lightning Mick wasn't fast enough,

onelping

in pain.

tail end, literally-the whip slapped across his

glared at Nathalie.

shot back, "No one

you can just run wild on Vincent

or something? Boys,

security guys swarmed

of nowhere, Lizzy sprang up and planted herself

want to get to them,

are