nor

eep.I shot up in bed, gasping for ai

ather, Wayne Guy, stood at the door with his arms crossed, his

"The Maynard capital will save Guy Enterp

odded. They pushed me toward the f

aughter. I wa

m, the reality of my safety slowly seeping in. But the terror, the feeling

er, but the sudden movement pulled at the gash

s, was a new phone. Sleek. Unlocked. A single save

oft knock soun

sked, my voice t

dy disliked came from the other side. "Mr.

t it was Alessandro's order. "C

wore that air of smug superiority. He glanced at me, his expression laced with

legs over the side of the b

began to unwrap the gauze. His touch was profess

id, dabbing at the wound with an antisepti

tant mixed with the sting

you think I am," I

are you? Showing up in front of his car in the middle of the night, and

ide me. "You don't know anything

're right, I don't. But my job is to protect Alessandro from

le. He is not someone you can afford to get involved with. He has his own world, his own responsibilities. He's t

A girl sold by the people who were supposed to protect her. An orphan abandoned b

Thank you for your 'concern'," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "As soon a

the bandage and stood up, looking

kit and left with

ed shut, my carefully con

was right. I couldn't depe

to expose the Guys and the Ma

dding. Most of the negative press had been suppressed, just as I'd expected. Alessandro's doing, no

ere going to final

ds boiled over. I couldn't hide under Alessandro's

o stand before them and t

sky began to pale. A bold, reck

e. I'd give them a wedding

le touched

eplaced by a calm, c