ock. The heavy door of the Manhattan penthouse c

dust particles floating in the stagnant air. The faint, comforting smell of

ter bedroom door. He walked straight into the walk-in closet. The corner that

turned and marched back into the living room

e document. Resting heavily on top of

remembered telling his assistant three yea

o the last page. There, in sharp, eleg

ed his eyes. She really ha

papers and ripped them in half. It wasn't enough. He tore them again and ag

voice was ice. "Use every contact we have. I

e a caged animal. He kicked a tall floor

hone rang. Connor's voice

Bradley

rly Hills," Connor stammered. "It belong

ey. He knew Ignacio. That hypocrite was a

g on the streets, but she'd run straight into another man's arms. He kic

aling his driver. "Get the jet ready. Now.

ry, Bradley threw himself into the back seat of a waiting bla

he leather seat, knuckles white. Images of Herminia smiling at that actor

ack. He'd break her legs a

s slammed hard, stopping aggressively in front of