Crime Lord's Captive demo
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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a man sat on a stool in her kitchen as she took a step back and slammed into the door. Her mouth opened a shout, but the man shook his head in warning. The small gesture made the scream die in her throat. She stared at the man in the black business suit, with an awful sense of doom growing in the pit of her stomach. He had merciless black eyes and a scar through his left brow. Leila. Come away from the door! Blade! Said Layla. She hadn't heard that name for three years. Panicked, grabbed her by the throat. Her past couldn't be sitting in the apartment she shared with Jonathan. It's a good thing. Your boyfriend is away. I had orders to kill him, Blade said calmly. She took too unsteady steps forward. Jonathan has nothing to do with this blake cocked his head to the side. You think not? I've been going for three years, She rasped. She thought she was safe yet. Here I am. He withdrew a phone from his pocket. He swiped his finger over the screen and jerked his head of her. Come, Leila, say hi to Gavin, nausea churned in her stomach as she watched Blade dial. She was torn between running or snatching the phone to break it into pieces. She did neither. Instead she watched helplessly with her heart slamming against her ribs, even though she knew running would be pointless. She reached for the door handle blades, eyes narrowed into slits. Don't Layla! The threatened. His voice made her freeze. She was well acquainted with Blade. Gavin's personal bodyguard. Blade was unflinchingly loyal to Gavin and would carry out any task legal or illegal. Played, please, she whispered. He gave her an unreadable look before he focused on his phone in his hand.