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?"

pain, barely holding back the urge to throw up. Clara, without a second thought, grabbed a knife nearby and sliced off one of his fingers. Both

turning ghostly pale. "I can't tell you, I just can't! If I spill the beans about Quinn, she'll kill me. You

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

knife in her hand. "I know about your shady business with Quinn, and she won't hesitate to take you down if 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 over there. I'll pay

sharp blade, realizing she wasn't squeamish about blood and

what's it gonna be? Every time you hit up the Bradford family for cash, it winds up in Quinn's pocket, right? She looks down on regular folks, especially a jobless wanderer like you. Even offering you a

Clara had nailed it. Sure, the 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