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Harlow’s mind raced with the fear of being intercepted by Ophelia. Fueled by potent adrenaline, her heart hammered faster than it needed to as she departed the apartment building. Facing the woman one on one wasn’t a problem, as she’d already proved. But Harlow didn’t know if the doormen were in her mistress’s pocket or if there were other security men nearby. A g**g wouldn’t be so easy to take on by herself.
Ophelia wouldn’t care what lengths her men had to go to. If Harlow had to be dragged back kicking and screaming, bruised and b****y, Ophelia wouldn’t hesitate to issue those orders.
Relief came when the fresh air and daylight flooded her. Even though she’d made it out, Harlow kept her head down and walked fast, aware that she could still be spotted. If any of Ophelia’s people sa
