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Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 29 – THE END
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Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 26 – HER PAIN
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Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 21 – THE CHASE
LONDON"Help me."Those words, softly spoken, but laced with so much fear it sends an arrow straight through my heart. I pause with the realization that I've never seen Cheyenne – Skylar, scared. Angry, raging, furious, protective but never scared.As Romanov's men take her away from the halls…away from me, my heart lurches at how downright defeated she looks. Mikhailov, that half blooded fucker, I will deal with him later. Right now, I have to stop his dumbass men from getting Skylar to that airstrip. If she gets on that Russian bound plane, I might never see her again. My insides turn to ice at the thought. No. That can never happen.Rage, hot and venomous, roars through my veins. I fucking looked for her. She is all that has been on my mind for the past few hours. Then I finally find her and some fucker thinks he can take her away from me.Skylar Romanov is mine. She was always destined to be mine. If Mikhailov's men successfully get her on that damned aircraft, I will shoot it
