Maeve is behind me in the next second, I feel her calmness, but it doesn’t abate my need to kill. “Take me to the compound,” I order, slipping into the backseat of the Mercedes SUV. I’m anxious. I never wanted Maeve to get involved in all this bullshit, but she insisted on following me here.
Working for Heaven wasn’t in the cards for her, but it was the only way I could give her the freedom she needed. I still haven’t told her everything, but even so, she’s here, beside me.
If it weren’t for me, she’d still be locked up with that asshole, Dominic Da Rosa. I only found out it was his brother that we were looking for when I got back to the mansion.
As we weave through the traffic, I take note of the houses on either side, making a mental note where we’re going, how long it takes to get there, and when we pull up to the compound, I’m still lost in thought.
“I’m with you all the way,” she murmurs, sliding her hand in mine, lacing our fingers together.
“I know, little nun,” I smile down at her, but happiness is the last thing I feel. I know Victor, I’ve known him for going on ten years, and I know he won’t deny me help if I ask for it.
Pushing open the car door, I exit the vehicle, tugging my girl along with me. My heavy black boots crunch along the gravel as I make my way to the door. It swings open before I have time to knock. The man who steps out is none other than, Victor Cordero. King of Colombia.
“Victor,” I offer my hand which he accepts. “Where is he?”
“Da Rosa has fled,” he tells me, shaking his head in…what? guilt?Fuck that. “I have a team leaving on my private jet this afternoon, they’re tracking the plane, and it seems they’re headed to Europe.” This information makes my body tense, every muscle rigid with fear that I may never see my sister again.
“We need to get there, I want to be on that jet, Victor,” I tell him earnestly, but he merely smiles.
“Let’s have a conversation in my office,” he says. “I have a proposition for you.” And with that, I follow him through the doors, with Maeve right behind me.
THE END? Or… not?
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Dani is aUSA Todaybestselling author of a variety of genres, from romantic suspense to dark erotic romance and even BDSM romance. She loves to delve into the raw, emotional journeys her characters venture on, and enjoys the dark, edgy, and sensual scenes that fill the pages of her books. Dani’s stories are seductive with a deviant edge with feisty heroines and dominant alphas.
Dani lives in the beautiful city of Cape Town and is a proud member of the Romance Writer's Organization of South Africa (ROSA) and the Romance Writers of America (RWA). She has a healthy addiction to reading, TV series, music, tattoos, chocolate, and ice cream.
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Entropy
Petra J. Knox
Temperance
Moderation in accordance with reason the desires and pleasures of the sensuous appetite.
Blurb
Beware of Sister Constance. Don’t look her in the eye, don’t speak a word. And definitely don’t be alone with her.
Seeing the weakness in your soul, she'll tempt you, then gleefully celebrate when you give in. And give in, you will. She only has your best interest at heart.
She is havoc. Chaos.
She is entropy.
Chapter One