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As his eyes were fixed on me, Scott commanded his crew, “Stop shooting and get out!” I squirmed when he growled at me. “What are you willing to do, Miss Davidson?”
"Baby..." Maura said and he turned his head to look at her. “Do you want me to leave?”
“No, stay.”
I straightened up when Scott moved away from me and got dressed. “What are you willing to do, Miss Davidson?” he shouted and I jolted.
With a raspy voice, I replied, "I’m willing to do anything, Mr. Martinez?”
“What do you want her to do, Maura?” he asked his fiancee as his tone softened.
She gazed at me with a dark look in her eyes as she walked over to Scott. "I'll teach that ugly rat a good lesson. She made us suffer. She took advantage of us, and we'll return the favor."
“You are free to do whatever you like with her, but don't let her come near me because she makes me feel sick.”
"She will work for me," Maura announced, and I became tense when a sneer spread across her lips.
When they finalized the deal, I whispered, "My brother is in a coma. I need money to save his life.”
The smirk on Scott's face was evident in how much he was enjoying my pain. “Mind begging on my feet?”
“Scott...!” Archie yelled, clenching his fists.
“Beg!” Scott barked and I dropped to my knees. “Good.”
“I…” my lips trembled as I refrained from breaking into tears. “I beg for your mercy.”
Scott yanked me up by my hair, glaring at me furiously. His breath was raspy and his chest heaved with rage. “Let your brother die, Camille Davidson."
My eyes widened as I screamed out, "No!"
"Scott!" Archie growled. "You can't do…"
"Shut up!" Scott snapped and turned to Maura. "She'll work for you for a day…" He pointed to me. "We'll save her brother only if she meets your expectations and if she fails her brother will die."
"I don't have a day!" I protested angrily.
"Then choose another path, sweetheart. You're on the wrong path."
"You've blocked all my paths!" I cried out. "Where am I supposed to go?"
Scott stared into my eyes for a few beats before speaking out, "I'm willing to pay for your brother's treatment but only under one condition." He stepped up to me, looking me down.
"What's the condition?" I asked, puzzled.
"You'll have to sell your entire life to me," he said and I frowned. "You'll serve my wife-to-be for the rest of your life as her servant. You will do whatever she'll ask of you. You caused her suffering, now it's your turn to be suffering." I suddenly found myself holding back tears as he bent his head toward me. "Will you sell yourself, Miss Davidson?"
"Am I allowed to get married?" I whispered and his jaw twitched.
"No one will marry you," he snapped. "No one's gonna marry you."
"I've always wanted to have my own family." I swallowed and he paused briefly when tears fell from my eyes. His gaze followed the drops that ran down my cheeks. "You can't take my life away from me."
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His Lethal Love
Romance"Miss Camille Davidson, what a small world?" A chill went through me when I heard his dark, yet sexy, voice. I lifted my chin to look at him. Once my eyes locked with his, I couldn't stop myself from shivering. He was no longer the man he was eight...
