The Lost Tycoon (Baby for the Billionaire) (Volume 5)
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Fighting to survive, Misty Elton takes one look at the man standing in front of her and knows she needs to make a decision – does she want to live? Discovering that her boyfriend is storing enough drugs to supply a small country, she looks for an escape route. He’s standing in the doorway – standing in the way of her freedom. Misty has nothing left – no family, no friends, no one she can rely on. She is all alone and frightened. Managing to get past her ex, she flees, running away and landing in Seattle, she changes her appearance, her name, her life. After a year, she begins to feel safe. Her ex won’t find her. She’s beginning to pick up the pieces of her once shattered existence and carve out a new world for herself. That is, until a tall, well-dressed man shows up at her job and tells her they need to talk – and he knows her real name. Fleeing to get away from him, she rushes to the back room and grabs her Taser. When she hits him with it, she thinks she’s home free. She’s not. All Misty has done is really tick off Bryson Winchester, and all he’s trying to do is help her by getting her scum of an ex off the streets. Misty has a choice to make. Is this a man she can believe in? Is any man worthy of her precious trust? She’ll find the answers, though they may not be what she expects or wants – her entire world is about to be turned upside down, because not only will she find there are some men out there worth trusting – she will find out the secret of her birth – the reality of who she really is. Some things should stay in the past – and others… Other things will come back with a vengeance.
sun rose higher in the sky, Misty’s skin turned pink, and she knew she should go back in, since she didn’t have sunblock on, but she couldn’t make herself do so. She was also strongly considering a haircut, but for some reason she wasn’t able to bring herself to have it done. She’d never felt beautiful, but the only compliment she could ever remember from her childhood had been when her fourth-grade teacher said she loved her hair. From that moment on, Misty had taken pride in her long, dark
reached back and carefully laid his hand on her knee, squeezing gently. “We’re almost there. I should have sat in the back with you.” “No. I promise, I’m all right.” She wanted him to stop before she gave in and let out the full explosion brewing inside her. His eyes told her he didn’t believe her, but at least he released her knee and turned forward again. She slumped against the backseat and closed her eyes as she took in several deep, cleansing breaths. If she wasn’t careful, she’d think
with him, and she wondered what he had planned. With the silent treatment he’d been giving her, she figured he’d want to be in and out of there as quickly as possible. Once he’d checked all the rooms, he moved to her kitchen table and set down the briefcase. “I know you’re tired, Misty, but I want you to look at some stills taken from surveillance footage. If you can identify any of the people with Jesse in these photos, that would help us. I know you won’t remember dates, but if you can tell us
sound more confident than she actually was. This was bringing back the nightmares of the way Jesse had tortured her. Her struggles against the stranger increased as she got a hand free and punched him in the face. Her hand throbbed from the hit, but it didn’t seem to faze him in the least. “If you hadn’t used a damn stun gun on me, we wouldn’t be rolling around on this filthy floor. Who in the hell told you it was an effective weapon? The things only stun your attacker for a brief moment, and
of their own went bad and gave everyone with a badge a bad name. Soon, while Misty was being patched up, Bryson was able to run back and get his SUV. Then he transported her to the hospital, where she could have a full workup. Her ankle was severely sprained, and she’d have to wear a soft cast for a while, but at least it wasn’t broken. Jesse must have really put some pressure on the delicate bone. Bryson so wished he’d gotten at least one punch in. It was too late now. The bad cop was already