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I backtrack my steps and pick up the phone. I take another big breath, trying to calm my nerves.
“He…Hel…Hello.” I get the words past my tight throat.
“Hello, Jonathan, have a problem finding your new phone?”
“N…n…no, sir” I can't lie to him after all these years.
That lost teenager flashes through my mind. Sir pulled me off the streets of Chicago, educated me, and put me on this path. For years I thought he did it because he cared. Nope, he groomed me to be his pawn.
“Jonathan, want to tell me why I just received a report Nathan Donovan was killed in Scotland? Is that where they are hiding?”
“I don't know. The girls are on their way here.”
“Good. The jet is waiting for Maya. Send her as soon as possible. I've confirmed she has been in touch with the lawyer.”
“Sir, anything else?”
“Yes, send Ana also.”
“Sir, she is mine!” I grit through my teeth.
“Oh, Jonathan, you've failed me. I don't trust you with her. Because of you, our business is being scrutinized. This arrest warrant is only part of it.”
“I can do better. I got them didn't I?”
“You really think I'm going to let you have her again? You abused her, you told me you didn't have those tendencies any longer.”
He knows too much about me. I’ve only ever killed one woman. Can he say the same?
“Look who's talking. You’re going to use Maya any way you want,” I interject.
“You listen to me, you little punk, you wouldn't be the man you are if it weren't for me. I made sure that body was never found. I took care of all the blowback from you killing a made man's sister. You were just a starving pickpocket and car thief when I found you. I only have to send a text and you’re dead.”
I pull the phone away from my ear and try to calm myself. I walk over to the mantel and take a large swig of brandy.
“Are you still there, Jonathan?”
“Yes, sir.” I return the phone to my ear.
“I’ll send a driver to pick up the girls, don't worry, he'll know when they get there.”
He hangs up on me, and I'm left knowing I'm a dead man before the night is through. If Sir doesn't have me killed, Joshua will complete the task when he finds out I took my wife back. I don't care what the courts say, she is mine.
My fingers twitch and itch as I think of all the wonderfully awful things I did to Ana. If I'm going to die tonight, I'll use her again. Maybe I'll have fun with Maya too. I look at the entry table again, and smile as I think of the revenge I'm going to get.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Ana
We've been driving for about four hours, my breasts are full and aching. I miss my daughter and am terrified for her. Nathan said he would protect her, and all I can do is hope he would. I had no choice leaving her. Lawrence and Stephan are driving us to London. Maya was knocked unconscious as soon as we got in the Rover. I'm a little concerned she hasn't woken yet, but then again, I think she's faking. I lean down to check her head. She whispers to me then.
“Pull my gun from my ankle holster and put it in your pocket. Pretend you are still his submissive and kill him at the first chance you get. I got these two.”
“Okay, and I’ll slip you the pocket knife Joshua makes me carry,” I whisper back. Carefully without drawing attention, I pull her gun from its holster by pulling her legs into my lap. I place the gun in my pocket and feel the note Nathan slipped in there for Joshua and Patrice. I hope I get to see them again. I then carefully pull the knife from the waistband of my leggings and slip it into her pocket.
I wish we had gone to the chapel today instead of shopping. I wish I had made love to Joshua one more time. I know he'll take care of Isabella for the rest of her life, but I know his heart will be broken if I don't make it through this. The demons he carries will haunt him if something happens to me, he needs me as much as I need him. Together we heal each other.
After another four hours, we arrive in London and pull into the garage of Jonathan’s second flat. It’s an old warehouse with a converted loft flat. They never stopped for us to use a bathroom. The idiots pull Maya from the backseat, she isn't real big or heavy, and it still takes both of them to carry her. I keep my head bowed as I used to do. I can do this, I can be weak again. I can pretend. We get in the large service elevator and proceed to his flat.
