Chapter 2

Terrence Klein shifted in the front seat of the car and considered his options.

His boss, Jason Reed, had approached the group near the sports car. The headlights showed the woman on the ground and the three men.

He better not go crazy…

Terrence had seen his boss Jason lose it before.

It was terrifying.

He glanced around, gauging if there were any traffic cameras on this deserted stretch of road or if there were any other bystanders who might witness Jason killing somebody.

He prayed it wouldn’t go that far.

But he knew Jason and what he was capable of.

This was going to be bloody, and brutal.

Tonight, the road had already been closed, so who would have expected that five people and a Ferrari would break in here?

They’d disturbed Jason, who wanted to be alone.

Every year on this day, Jason always closed this whole road and stayed on it alone, wearing old clothes.

No one dared to ask the reason as if it were taboo.

Terrence who had worked for Jason all these years didn’t know the reason either.

At this moment, as he watched his boss lift a heavyset man with ease and slam his head against the wall over and over, he did not know whether he should stop him.

He got out of the car.

Beating up some would-be rapists was one thing. Killing them… wouldn’t be so easy to overlook. Or clean up.

And the men on this road were driving a Ferrari not a Ford.

Which meant, like Jason, they had money.

then paused when just as suddenly, his boss

Please.” Grace touched the stranger’s arm. “If you punch him

He balled his fist as Christopher slid down

that she really was

a

hair was longer on top

back and got to his feet, the man took a menacing step

said. “He isn’t worth

dark eyes cut into her. He looked deadly and

said, “It is not

nod nor move, but she

the pause to grab his friends and get back into his car. “You’ll pay for this!”

if he was addressing her, the stranger, or

Christopher could do that she

her head out of the car. “Holy

the car and one asked, “Jason Reed,

Grace understood their confusion.

man—her savior—wore old clothes. He looked…

no billionaire. His jacket was threadbare,

out with his asshole

When the road was once again quiet,

“Thank you… for saving me

but beyond that, didn’t

side of the road, he sat

was cold and windy. And the temperature was due to drop even lower. If he were to

the man had saved her, Grace started

you going home now? Where is your family? Do you have their phone number?

raised his head and Grace

she’d seen in her own eyes too many times when she’d

darkness that spoke of nothing to live

you have nowhere to stay, you can stay with

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impulsive by nature, and she certainly hadn’t dated anyone or even considered hooking

saved her from rape, maybe

shuddered at the

up? As an attorney, she would’ve fought hard to see all of them in prison for their crimes or complacency in it. But life had

life was never

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