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𝗚𝘂𝗻𝘀. 𝗧𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗼𝘀. 𝗦𝗺𝗼𝗸𝗲. 𝗗𝗿𝗮𝗴 𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗗𝗿𝘂𝗴𝘀.

Everything Sienna Spencer despised. Yet when she came across an illegal drag race one night in Monaco. She didn't expect to meet the leader of such a brutal night she was about to entail.

Charles Leclerc was about to become her worse nightmare.

And alter her life forever.

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"You're not scared of me are you?"

His voice comes out cold and daunting behind my ear. I could feel his breath wrapping itself around my lobe sending the knowing chills he gives me down my back.

"Course I am" I mutter calmly in return, maintaining the strongest eye contact when he walks round to face me as the darkness around us swallows the room inch by inch.

A blackened smirk reaches all areas and corners of his lips as he gazes down at me through those sexy hooded eyes of his. God I love to hate Charles Leclerc.

"Why are you?" He hushes- making my tied hands squirm at the bottom of my back. He is getting the biggest kick out of this shit.

"Because you're the only one holding a gun to my head right now"

His finger wraps around the trigger tighter causing me to swallow hard.

"Close your eyes"