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Chapter 33

Janna made sure she told all the reporters that Dan was her boyfriend. She made sure they knew she was the one who'd knelt beside him in that dark alley and cradled his bloody head on her lap. She expected the early morning news all across the country would have that picture of her, blood-drenched and angry, standing by her man in spite of the danger to her own life.

Scumslag had come to get her—just like in the contract. Got her onsite on time for one hell of a photo op.

The photos would cover the front pages. They also ought to get rid of that female lawyer who'd been hanging around him. If she realized Janna had claimed Dan, she would also realize that she couldn't compete.

She hadn't even panicked when Scumslag materialized in her bedroom again, and when he told her to get dressed and drive to that bar, she hadn't wasted a second in responding. Never let it be said that I can't make the best of an opportunity. Scumslag said her "rescue" of Dan was the first step in her rise to fame and fortune.

She hadn't enjoyed getting bloody, and as soon as Dan turned all clingy and grateful she was ready to get rid of him, but she acted her part perfectly. The loving woman willing to do anything to protect her man.

Dan certainly believed.

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