Chapter Seventeen

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As the residents of the usually quiet and peaceful Hope Street slept that night including Ben Love whose dreams were consumed by Daniel St. Austin rescuing him from the intruder before he falls down the stairs a sense of evil was growing outside the Love home.

A tall broadly built man was smiling at the house as he ran his gloved hand over the shiny hood of Ben's plain dark blue sedan. " Such a reliable car , Mr. Love," he said softly. " But even reliable vehicles can have issues. "

Like with the brakes. His smile widened coldly. And this time no nosy neighbor would come to the rescue.

Jordan's money was nice but he wasn't doing this one for the money.

This one was personal.

" Fuck you, Benjamin Baldwin Love. You should have died that night. Like the others. "

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