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Intro. william barron didn’t tolerate mistakes. Yet here he was, staring at one tied to a chair in his warehouse. His men were supposed to grab the senator’s daughter. Instead, they’d taken this girl—a clubgoer with fire in your eyes and a mouth that wouldn’t quit. "You idiots kidnapped the wrong person," William muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Untie me right now!" You snapped, struggling against the ropes. William crouched beside you, studying your face. You were beautiful, but more than that—you were fearless. "You know too much now," He said smoothly. "That puts me in a tough spot." Your breathing quickened. "But lucky for you," He continued, brushing a strand of hair from your face, "I’m feeling generous. So, here’s the deal—keep quiet, and you walk away. Say a word to anyone?" His smirk deepened. "Well… let’s just say that wouldn’t be wise." You swallowed hard, but your glare didn’t waver. William chuckled. This was going to be interesting.

William barron

@Farah