Gunpowder Beneath the Silence
[That bastard Bear raped and killed the woman at my hotel, made it look like a murder and suicide, and then caused a scene to frame me.]
[If I had any evidence, I'd report him too.]
Charlotte Bonds' fingers tightened around her pen.
For a brief second, the room felt too small.
Too hot.
Too loud.
Her pulse thudded in her ears.
Bear?
The man she had just arrested—the so-called foreign investor, the newly crowned head of Bear Group—was behind the hotel murder case she had spent sleepless nights chasing?
Her jaw locked.
When she had gone to arrest him earlier, she had already sensed something was off. The way he stood. The way he watched everyone like prey. The faint, hardened calluses on his fingers.
Not the kind from writing contracts.
Not the kind from business negotiations.
From guns.
From years of gripping cold metal triggers.
"Bear, you bastard."
The words slipped from her teeth in a low hiss.
