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    Only then did Davina realize that the men who came with the masked stranger were Christina’s people.


    Then, as the man stepped closer, realization struck her. That build, that stance—she knew him.


    It was Ralphy.


    What on earth was he doing here?


    “Are you alright?” he asked softly, his voice steady but edged with concern.


    “I’m fine.” Moving closer to him, she asked in a low voice, “Why are you here?”


    “Miss Jones sent me,” Ralphy said gently, his eyes scanning her for injuries.


    When he saw the blood seeping from her arm, his jaw tightened, a shadow crossing his face.


    “You’re hurt.” His eyes gleamed with restrained fury.


    How dare anyoney a hand on the woman he loved?


    “It’s nothing. Just a scratch,” Davina said, brushing it off and stepping toward the Murray couple.


    “You bitch! Tell them to release us—I’m your father!” Terence shouted, his face contorted with rage.


    “Shut up if you want to live,” Davina snapped, her voice low but deadly. Her hand whipped across his face.


    The sound of the smacks cracked through the room. She struck him again and again.


    Her fury poured into every blow, her palm stinging red, her knuckles swelling.


    But the pain wasn’t nearly enough to quench the fire inside her. This man had killed her mother. Stolen everything her mother had ever owned. No punishment could ever make him pay enough.


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    Davina’s teeth clenched as she raised her hand once more, ready to strike again—but before she could, Ralphy’s strong hand caught her wrist midair.


    “Why did you stop me?” Davina turned to face Ralphy, the temperature in her gaze dropping with every passing second. Anyone who dared to stand in the way of her vengeance instantly became her enemy.


    Seeing a flicker of hope, Terence jumped at the chance. “Sir, if you help us and catch her, I’ll give you whatever amount you want.”


    Nelly’s lips curled into a sly smirk. “That’s right! Why waste your loyalty on this nobody? How much could she possibly afford to pay you? Work for us instead—we’ll double whatever she’s giving you.”


    To Nelly, everyone had a price, and money was the onlynguage worth speaking.


    Once the guards turned, she’d make Davina pay for every insult. “What are you waiting for? If double is not enough, we’ll make it triple… five times more! Let us go and tie that ungrateful brat up for me!” Terence urged impatiently.


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