Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 176

Nightveil ignored him. With lightning speed, she reached through the shattered window, grabbed the bodyguard by his collar, and slammed his head against the jagged edge of the broken glass.

Once, twice… she continued until the man was a bloody mess before finally letting go and casually opening the car door from the inside. The nearly dead bodyguard slumped out of his seat like a sack of potatoes, hitting the cold concrete with a dull thud.

“You don’t have nine lives, yet you dared to touch my boss’s car. You have a death wish,” Nightveil said coldly, kicking the man’s body aside. She wiped the blood from her hand and gave an order to the restaurant manager standing behind her. “Cut off his hands and feed them to the wild dogs. Dump his body in a trash bin.”

“Yes.” The manager quickly gestured for two waiters to drag the unconscious bodyguard into his car and dispose of him as instructed.

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Leopold was having the time of his life, joyriding at top speed. He put on his Bluetooth headset and called Honora. She answered almost immediately.

“Honora, are you home yet?”

“Not yet, still on the road. Leopold, what’s going on? You’re not doing anything reckless, are you?”

Hearing Honora’s concerned voice, Leopold whistled. “Nothing reckless. Just wait for the surprise I have for you! Larissa is…”

He trailed off, his eyes fixed on the GPS tracker on his phone screen. The smile on his face froze, replaced by a look of confusion.

But was she heading for him on purpose, or was it just a coincidence?

After a moment, he decided he was overthinking it. How could she possibly know he was here? She must have realized her brakes were out and chose this road because it had less traffic.

The thought brought a smug grin back to his face. That idiot Larissa. Knowing her brakes were shot and still driving that fast? She must be terrified, mistaking the accelerator for the brake pedal.

Oh, crap. Had he gone too far this time? He only wanted to injure her, maybe paralyze her from the waist down so she and that cripple Haskell would make a matching pair. But at this speed, if she crashed, she’d be killed instantly.

Whatever. What was done was done. There was no turning back. Besides, he’d had his men destroy the cameras. Even if Neville, Sapphira, and his grandfather investigated, they’d never trace it back to him.