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ad throbbed. My wrists and ankles were bound. The air in the room was thick with d

ade my blood run cold. I knew that voice. It was the man from the bar,

said the fragile blonde! The one Hayes McCall

he was leaving tonight. Said she was the one he

final punishment for trying to expose the truth? The thought was a crushing weight. He had destroyed

as so smart, getting me locked up. And then he tries to pay me off? He thinks money fixes everythin

He called it "revenge for me." But he had done nothing when I was actually

rning with malice. "Make it slow. Mak

could. Each impact was a jolt of agony. My body screamed. This was a pain I had never known. Growing up, I wa

ain, but for the devastating realization that Hayes truly didn't care. He had

t. A familiar voice,

the doorway, silhouetted against the dim light. Before

ion. And Hayes' s friend, Hayes' s inner circle, was the one who had sent them after me. Hayes wa

stolen my work, and now, perhaps, he had delivered me to his enemies. The man's words,

g me from all sides. The world blurred. Each blow was a fresh wave of agony. I had faced pa

ere a silent scream at Hayes. Is this what yo