Miles Ackerley was seriously regretting everything right now.
He’d just dodged one bullet, only to fall straight into another mess.
Leslie Green had warned him—told him to take some bodyguards with him when he went out. But did he listen? Obviously not.
He tried to piece together what happened before he blacked out. He’d gone to meet a friend for a car race. Even though Broderick Ackerley had clearly forbidden him from doing that kind of stuff, he’d been feeling way too suffocated lately. He just needed to blow off some steam.
But when he arrived at the meeting spot, the place was completely deserted. Super remote, too.
Right when he started looking around, someone slammed something hard on his head. Next thing he knew, he woke up like this.
Eleanor Fairfax had been scr
