Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 730

Eli shifted nervously, trying to stand, but got kicked right back down.

He knelt on the floor, stubbornly tilting his chin up. "What's so funny? What drugs are you even talking about? Dylan, don't try anything stupid-Clara's got my back. If anything happens to me, she'll make you pay."

Dylan stood up, his dress shoe pressing slowly onto Eli's hand.

Humiliation and anger flared across Eli's face. "Just you wait! I swear, one day I'll get you for this!"

Dylan didn't even bother replying. Instead, he glanced at Seth, who'd been silent this whole time.

From day one, Seth hadn't said a word—just sat there, looking like he'd already accepted his fate.

Funny thing about quiet guys: they're usually the ones you have to watch out for. The loudmouths are always the easiest to handle.

Eli kept spitting threats, totally missing the quick, meaningful look that passed between Seth and Dylan.

One cold and empty.

The other, thoughtful.

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of his study and nearly collided with someone sprinting toward him, panic written all over

rehab center's been

froze, thinking he must've misheard. "What

been a massacre. That Bolton girl survived and now she's under heavy police protection. Give it an hour and

over a decade. Now, out of nowhere, the

"Who did it?"

The security footage from that night's gone-completely wiped. Everyone except the

around; this

huge,Sir. Some big-name

one hour, tops, and it'll be trending everywhere. We need to leave,

his eyes. The only thing that had changed lately was

survived being buried alive, and the night he sent a dozen men to grab her brother and finish her off, not one

was gone.

just one woman. How could

years of everything going smoothly, he was suddenly tripping up

a ticket out of

Tara called. "Uncle, why is

PouT

think. She's not some nobody without connections. I'll leave a few people behind to help you look into her. For