Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 206

She quickly dabbed on some foundation to barely cover the mark, then rushed back to the car, hauling the man off to Mercy Hospital.

When the guy came to and saw June, his eyes flickered with panic. "What are you doing to me?! What are you doing?!"

June recognized him. He was an old friend of her husband's, someone who'd partnered on a project with him that eventually fell apart. After that, he just vanished. Rumor had it he got hooked on gambling, split with his wife, and his only daughter moved overseas to get away from him. Most folks figured he'd been beaten to death ages ago, but here he was, still in the Capital, looking surprisingly well-off in designer clothes.

Clara wasn't in the mood for chit-chat, so she gave him a swift kick in the stomach. "Spill it, what's your deal with Quinn?"

urge to throw up. Clara, without a second thought, grabbed a knife nearby and

man let out a scream, his face turning ghostly pale. "I can't tell you, I just can't! If I spill the beans about Quinn, she'll kill me. You don't know how vicious

and scraggly, covering his ears and giving him a disheveled, rough-around-the-edges look. Clara lifted his hair, revealing the missing ear. June shook with fear,

she finds out. She's keeping you around because she thinks no one knows. Here's the deal: you owe one and a half million

quiet, still writhing in pain. Clara tapped his face with the knife, memories flashing through her mind. She glanced at the sharp blade, realizing she wasn't squeamish about blood and could handle pain pretty well. The thought slipped away quickly, and she pressed on

cash, it winds up in Quinn's pocket, right? She looks down on regular folks, especially

amounts he asked from the Bradfords seemed big, but he only ever pocketed a small cut. A regular job wasn't bringing in any money, and gambling made him feel like traditional work was just too slow. He's