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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study and nearly collided with someone sprinting toward him,

The rehab center's been

he must've

That Bolton girl survived and now she's under heavy police protection. Give it an hour and the media will be all over this. Should we get

quietly for over a decade. Now, out of nowhere, the cops had

"Who did it?"

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

around;

huge,Sir. Some big-name

it one hour, tops, and it'll be

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

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

was gone. He couldn't help but suspect

How could she possibly pull all

everything going smoothly, he was suddenly tripping up at the

cool, booking a ticket out of the country on

"Uncle,

PouT

what you think. She's not some nobody