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Author: Gem Lynne
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Julian chuckled. “Glad you recognize my voice. I've got your father captive.”

“No… Julian, don’t do this.”

“If you know what’s good for you, come to the location I’ll send. Now.”

“You bastard!” she shouted, slamming her palm against the steering wheel.

Julian’s dark laugh crackled through. “You’ve got ten minutes, Barbara. Don’t show up, and I’ll send your father’s head to you.”

Tears welled up, but her jaw tightened. “If you harm him, I swear—”

“Tick-tock, darling,” he cut in and ended the call.

As Barbara sat behind the wheel, her phone pinged with a message. Her heart pounded when she read the text.

“Come to this address with your bodyguard and tiny savior, Zach.”

Her eyes darkened.

Julian… he still wants Zach.

Though Zach had managed to defeat Julian before, it was now clear — his enemy wasn’t done. Julian wasn’t just after her father; he wanted revenge. Cold and merciless.

She stared blankly at the address. A seaport near the outskirts of Belmont. He’s going to kill Zach and that
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  • ~ 167 ~

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  • ~166~

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  • ~ 165 ~

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  • ~ 163 ~

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