The Disposable Bride's Deadly Secret Identity

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t and shattered dreams, a fitting perfu

Holcomb immediately. He didn't bother getting out of his rented black sedan. He simply rolled down t

h the anxiety of a man drowning in debt. "And try

xtbook display of a cowed, indebted niece. Harlon didn't say another word as we drove out of the city, his eyes

loomed ahead, protected by towering wrought-iron gates and relentless security cameras.

f the car, Brenda grabbed my arm, her manicured nails digging pain

eered to Harlon. "The Romeros are goi

her lips. "Better her than me. Let's see how long the

ike an interrogation cell. The air was sterile and freezing. Harlon s

or keeping you alive,"

omero. *The Ghost.*" She spat the name like a curse. "If you don't, the Enfo

lip tremble violently. "A-a monster?" I st

threadbare dress at my face. "W

ht they were sacrificing a helpless lamb to a madman to save their own

ved a tray of cold food into my spars

olt clicked, the ter

pt the cramped room-the squeaky iron bed, the small table, the

of my left sneaker. I extracted a micro-SIM card, slipping it int

ed. Handlers are desperate, low-level Associates.

tion, and immediately snapped the SIM card i

e estate was heavy, but I knew the Holcombs too well. The night was far from over, and Cammie'