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ed, and the airbag exploded from the steering wheel, slam

crid smell of white powder and burnt rubber. Coughing, I shoved at t

or opened, and the chauffeur, Arthur, ran through the downpour

lright? Do you ne

umbled out onto the wet asphalt, the freezing rain soaking through

the Maybach, just as the rea

s Berkley Lambert, his ice-blue

arted vibrating wildly inside my coat poc

fingers and swiped to answer, immediately gr

d apologize to Adrianna right n

hway, looking down at the blood mixing with rainwa

hell,

s screen with my thumb, and blocked his num

d up, I spoke over t

he extra fifty million is an idiot tax for his girlfriend-

ed 911 to report the collision, and shoved the phone back

into my eyes, stinging fier

The police are on their way, and my insura

or open and stepped out into the torrential rain with no um

x-foot-four frame blocked the fre

motion, he unbuttoned his custom black suit jacket, shrugg

about the bu

ming rain as the warmth of his body heat a

u're going to

et, my frozen muscles relaxing a fraction before sirens wailed i

back doors. Looking back over my shoulder as I stepped up, I saw B

gency room bay, and the nurses wheeled me inside-just as the roar of

t still draped over my shoulders, I held my arm still as the nurse taped down the

plastered to his forehead. When his eyes landed on me, a flas

ed my uninjured wrist, h

go, screaming that you'd wrecked your car on the coastal road-faking

d lost his mind and yanked

needs clinical treatment, Ke

is pupils shrank when he spotted the tailo

jacket