Chapter 4

The atmosphere in the car was thick and oppressive.

"What happened to your leg?" he asked abruptly, his voice tight.

I stared out at the blur of neon lights, my voice flat. "Karma. In order to chase someone's car, I fell down a flight of stairs."

The veins in Chase's hands stood out as he gripped the wheel, and the car accelerated.

Finally, the car came to a stop in front of a villa.

It was the old Shaw family estate, foreclosed and auctioned off after the bankruptcy.

I hadn't expected Chase to be the buyer.

"Get out," Chase ordered.