PART 2 — THE DEPUTY WHO KNEW TOO MUCH
“DEACON! BEHIND YOU!” I screamed again, diving toward the fallen motorcycle as the gunman raised his rifle. A shot cracked across the bridge. Deacon threw himself over Mason, dragging him away from the damaged railing. The bullet struck a concrete support inches above their heads. “GET DOWN!” Briggs shouted from the...
PART 2 — THE SECRET BEHIND THE SILVER BUTTON
“MOVE!” I grabbed Marcus around the waist and threw us behind a concrete planter as the black SUV jumped the curb. Its front bumper smashed into a steel security post with a deafening crash. Glass exploded across the entrance. Marcus screamed beneath me. “Dad!” “I'm here!” I shouted, covering his head....
PART 2 — THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET AND THE MISSING WILL
“DON'T MOVE!” the taller stranger shouted, pulling a leather identification wallet from his jacket. Daniel immediately raised one hand. “Identify yourselves.” The man displayed his credentials. “Nathan Cole, licensed private investigator. We're here on behalf of Carter Estate Legal Services.” Victoria rushed forward. “Thank God! Remove that man from my...
Part 2
I hit the scorching pavement hard, my teeth rattling as the eighty-pound black Labrador crashed into my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the agony of razor-sharp teeth tearing into my forearms.
But the bite never came.
Instead of a vicious attack, the massive dog immediately dropped its weight. It frantically army-crawled up my torso, letting out high-pitched,...
PART 2 — THE SECRET BEHIND THIRTY-ONE SAVED LIVES
“Thirty-one lives?” Mom repeated. “That must belong to someone else.” Deputy Hart didn't argue. He looked at me. “Would you like to tell her, Gunnery Sergeant?” The title made several spectators stop whispering. I kept one hand against Rook's chest, feeling his slow heartbeat. “No,” I said at first. Then I...
PART 2 — THE SIGNATURE THAT COULD STEAL EVERYTHING
Margaret’s smile widened as I stood frozen in the hallway. “You really thought my son married you because you were special?” she asked. Daniel lunged for my phone, but I twisted away, slamming my shoulder against the staircase railing. “Don't touch me!” I shouted. Rebecca was still on the line. “Claire,...
Part 2
The ink on our marriage certificate was barely dry when Lucas and I kicked down the polished mahogany door of Julian’s executive office at Croft Enterprises.
The plush penthouse suite reeked of Julian’s massive ego. I slammed the door behind us, my heart still racing frantically from the surreal, chaotic ceremony we had just pulled off. Two hundred guests...