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Book 1. Escape: Killed or be killed [Unpublished]
Book 2 'Escape : Target D916
Four years later of escaping a traumatizing facility that sex trafficked, abused and assaulted victims, Sabrina and Draven come together for the first ti...
Stepping off the airplane, Draven took a long deep breath of air. He smiled, gazing around him at all the people exiting the plane, the building in front of him. Tall, with glass windows that looked more blue than transparent white.
The second time he glanced around were to identify things such as the same building. Manhattan seemed like a nice place to be, to him.
Focused now, he replaced the excitement of being in Manhattan, to looking for his car. His boss always left a new car for him when he exited the plane. It weren't difficult to find hid car because of two things. One, he had the license plate, and it were easy to identify it and two, the car had been costly, attention worthy. It had been a black Bentley Bascar, one of his favorites. Ran about 1.9million dollars, but with his boss's connections, he was sure it only came out no more than 1.3.
Even though Draven's goal were to not attract attention, expensive cars had been the fastest and sporadically that's what you needed. Besides, he were the biggest murderer around, he deserves it.
Sitting in the car, he got a text from an unknown number, and he knew it were someone he worked with. He clicked the link and his eyebrows rose as he registered the drawing of a man. Him specifically, and he got annoyed at the few errors they made in his face. The picture had been surfacing around, even on the news. Which meant many people may be looking for him. Just as the thought surfaced, it had been shut down when he received another text.
'I have a man on the inside cleaning up the mess. In the meantime you get situated and stay low-key' Boss.
He had given him the address, and Draven wasted no time starting his engine. He was stoked to see his new home. Maybe he'll pay attention to the interior this time.
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Boss stared at his assistant's long legs, traveling up to her short skirt as she made her way to him. His eyes didn't leave her thighs even when she stopped in front of him. He allowed his eyes to roam further up. She wore a vanilla blazer with a black tight shirt underneath.
He grinned as he ran across her freckles, they made his mouth water. My, did he love freckles. Her hair silky black curls, all natural. She wore glasses and for some degree they made her look like a school nerd, but then he found them attractive, displayed her smart appearance. She is smart, very smart.
Hearing her clear her throat, he smirked because they both knew he wouldn't stop leering at her. She switched the tablet to her hip to gather his attention, and he finally rose to meet her eyes trapped behind glass. She had gorgeous eyes, gorgeous brown eyes, but yet, she wore contacts. Amber contacts and they were pretty, though they just didn't do any justice to her natural color.
"Yes?" He questioned with a grin, he earned an eye roll in return.
She handed him the tablet, and he didn't glance down to see what was happening because she was going to explain it. "Draven didn't start a fight because of his emotions, we were wrong. His levels were tremendously low, like normal. He killed the man because he was perceived a threat to Draven's eye and mind. "
