Bonnie Blue Jmac Review

He backhanded her. Her head snapped to the side, and she tasted copper. J-Mac lunged against his restraints, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “You touch her again, and the only thing you’ll be counting is your own teeth on the floor.”

Bonnie shifted her weight, feeling for the tiny sliver of metal she’d palmed from a broken chair leg an hour ago. She’d been working the zip tie against it, strand by strand. She felt the last fiber give. Her hands were free, but she kept them behind her back, wrists together. bonnie blue jmac

“The boat?” he asked.

“The Duchess loot is in a safety deposit box,” Bonnie lied, her voice honeyed. “Needs two keys. Mine and his.” He backhanded her

She caught J-Mac’s eye and mouthed a single word: Thunder. “You touch her again, and the only thing