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.

*

with someone sprinting toward

The rehab

froze, thinking he must've misheard. "What did you

now she's under heavy police protection. Give it an hour

place had run quietly for over a decade. Now, out of nowhere,

"Who did it?"

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

Lasked around;

huge,Sir. Some big-name

are caught up in it. Give it one hour, tops, and it'll be trending everywhere. We need

his eyes. The only thing that had changed lately was Clara, and she was the one

alive, and the night he sent a dozen men to grab her brother and finish her off, not one of them came

gone. He couldn't

could she

he was suddenly tripping up at the

a ticket out of the

called. "Uncle, why

PouT

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