![]() The valet opens the passenger door for India, and I help her inside as the LED lights illuminate the black-and-white leather interior. “Don’t you dare-” de Vere’s threat gets lost in the crowd as the valet rushes forward with the keys to my black-and-silver Bugatti. I don’t know what the fuck happened before I arrived, but she looks like she’s about to pass out. She’s pale and trembling and looks like she’s been through hell and back. I set her on her feet and wrap an arm around her shoulders. Please.” India’s request is low and barely audible, but I don’t need to hear it twice. You’ve done enough damage already,” de Vere’s sister screeches as the casino guests pour outside to continue watching the scene. “Let her go, Forge! Fucking let her go!” de Vere yells at me as he disentangles himself from the hold security has on his arm. “No! You don’t understand! I can’t-” Whatever she’s going to say is choked off by a sob. ![]()
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