MY GORGEOUS WIFE IS AN EX-CONVICT

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Nathan shifted in the front seat of the car and considered his options.

His boss isaac landford, had approached the group near the sports car. The headlights showed the woman on the ground and the three men.

He better not go crazy...

Nathan had seen his boss isaac lose it before.

It was terrifying.

He glanced around, gauging if there were any traffic cameras on this deserted stretch of road or if there were any other bystanders who might witness isaac killing somebody.

He prayed it wouldn't go that far.

But he knew isaac and what he was capable of.

This was going to be bloody, and brutal.

Tonight, the road had already been closed, so who would have expected that five people and a Ferrari would break in here?

They'd disturbed isaac, who wanted to be alone.

Every year on this day,isaac always closed this whole road and stayed on it alone, wearing old clothes.

No one dared to ask the reason as if it were taboo.

Nathan who had worked for isaac all these years didn't know the reason either.

At this moment, as he watched his boss lift a heavyset man with ease and slam his head against the wall over and over, he did not know whether he should stop him.

He got out of the car.

Beating up some would-be rapists was one thing. Killing them... wouldn't be so easy to overlook. Or clean up.

And the men on this road were driving a Ferrari not a Ford.

Which meant like isaac, they had money.

He started toward isaac and then paused when just as suddenly, his boss stopped fighting the man.

"Stop. Please claire  touched the stranger's arm. "If you punch him again, he'll die."

"So what?" the man said. He balled his fist as jackson slid down the wall.

Claire was stunned. It wasn't until this moment that she really was able to see the man clearly.

He was handsome. With dark eyes and a strong jaw. Full lips and a strong body.

His hair was longer on top and stylishly messy.

When jackson shuffled back and got to his feet, the man took a menacing step toward him.

"Don't claire said. "He isn't worth it."

The man's dark eyes cut into her. He looked deadly and still as if people's lives meant nothing to him at all.

Claire took a deep breath and said, "It is not worth being imprisoned for a lowlife like him."

The man didn't nod nor move, but she sensed him relaxing.

Jackson took advantage of the pause to grab his friends and get back into his car. "You'll pay for this!" he screamed.

Claire didn't know if he was addressing her, the stranger, or maybe both.

Whatever there wasn't much jackson could do that she hadn't already experienced in prison.

The woman who'd been with these bastards stuck her head out of the car. "Holy sh*t! Is that Jason Reed!?"

The other three men looked at her with shock as they climbed into the car and one asked isaac landford, the richest man in the city? No fucking way."

Claire understood their confusion.

The man-her savior-wore old clothes. He looked... as broken as she did.

This was no billionaire. His jacket was threadbare, and his face was haunted.

Jackson peeled out with his asshole buddies.

Claire watched the car tear up the street. When the road was once again quiet, she looked back at the man.

Claire hesitantly said, "Thank you... for saving me back there."

He grunted, but beyond that, didn't say anything.

When he walked across to the other side of the road, he sat down with his back against the wall.

It was cold and windy. And the temperature was due to drop even lower. If he were to sleep on the road for the night, would he be alive tomorrow morning?

After considering that the man had saved her claire started walking over to him.

Hey, it's been a rough night. Aren't you going home now? Where is your family? Do you have their phone number? I can help you call them and ask them to pick you up."

He slowly raised his head and Grace saw... death.

It was the same darkness she'd seen in her own eyes too many times when she'd been in prison.

The kind of darkness that spoke of nothing to live for. No hope.

"If you have nowhere to stay, you can stay with me," she said.

Claire did not expect to bring a stranger back to her apartment. She wasn't impulsive by nature, and she certainly hadn't dated anyone or even considered hooking up with a man since her experience with hebdrix.

But this man had saved her from rape, maybe even death.

She shuddered at the thought.

Those men, the three of them were soulless... and how could that woman watch on while she was beaten up? As an attorney, she would've fought hard to see all of them in prison for their crimes or complacency in it. But life had taught her that the innocent rarely prevailed.