>>Vanessa's POV>>
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I've heard stories about Ryker Holland. They call him the cunning brother who doesn't play fair but always wins fair and square.
I knew he was ruthless, but now I was seeing a side of him that was also needy and twisted.
My pulse thundered in my ears. One part of me screamed to run. Another—terrifyingly louder—pitched me forward, wanting more of whatever he was offering.
He was all business, and I wasn't sure if I could survive a day with him talking like this. What if my heart gave out?
I knew he was trouble the moment he slid up to me in the bar that fateful night with that cocky, lopsided grin. And now, he was dragging me into his hell. As for me? I'd become too weak to resist. Pathetically, really.
This was so wrong.
"Five months, and that's i
