Chapter 17 He Wanted to Break Her

Chapter 17 He Wanted to Break Her

The color drained from Natalie’s face.

Jensen wanted to break her right hand?

All because of Sharon?

Because she refused to hand over the title of Sunny?

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She scrambled for her phone to call the police, but Clark had already anticipated it. He snatched it from her hands and hurled it out the window. Then, from the glove compartment, he pulled out a hammer and advanced toward her.

“Miss Natalie, please don’t blame me.”

“No! Stay away! What you’re doing is illegal!”

She pounded at the car windows in panic, but the vehicle was built for security–her bare hands were useless against the reinforced glass.

She yanked at the door handle. Locked.

Her only chance was the central control panel–but that was on the driver’s side.

She stared at Clark, heart sinking into bottomless despair.


Then she did something she never thought she’d do.

She begged.

“I’m begging you. Please… don’t hurt my hand. I’ll do anything. Whatever you want–just don’t take this from me.”

“I’m sorry, Miss Natalie,” Clark murmured, expression grim. “You shouldn’t have crossed Miss Sharon.”

He raised the hammer and swung down at her hand.

“No!”

jerked away

eyes flashing

keep resisting,” he growled, “I can’t promise you won’t

“Help! Somebody help me!”

of her lungs, even though she knew

panicked. If anyone heard

his hand and slammed it


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world went black. Even inconscious, her hand was still clinging to the door handle, fighting

shakily His hands

like this before. And though they were isolated, he couldn’t afford

to

gritted his teeth, grabbed Natalie’s right hand, and raised

The sound was sickening.

“Ahhh!”

searing pain ripped Natalie out of


Clark didn’t stop.

the hammer down again.

splattered, bones cracked, her delicate hand twisted and split, shattered beyond

soaked in sweat, her screams fading into strangled gasps–until

complete did Clark lower the

couldn’t risk her getting help too soon. If the injury was treated quickly, she might regain some

of the car and dumped her

he sped away, knuckles white on the wheel, eyes glassy with

always treated him kindly. She’d

the ICU.

he crossed Sharon now, Jensen would

He had no choice.

“I’m sorry… Miss Natalie…”


vision as he

broken doll, her blood soaking into

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