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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 20 Altar
Time was supposed to heal the heart. It had been almost four years since he'd been left at the altar and the hate he felt for her had only grown along with his desire to make her every waking moment a living hell.
He still went into fits of rage when he thought of how close they had been to getting her. Those four co-workers of hers all swore that she wasn't going to be at their little party. Maybe they thought that would spare their lives. It hadn't. He had ordered their executions and never given them another thought.
He only allowed himself to look at her picture once a day; otherwise, he spent the whole day in a blind rage. Dark brown hair, those incredible deep green eyes and those beautiful succulent lips.
When he got is hands on her, she wouldn't be beautiful any more.