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“I like the way you think.”
“I don’t want him to get away with this. I don’t want him to do this to another woman. Do you think I’m just running away?”
“Not at all. Seth, Miley, Damon, and the team will still be here. Rennault won’t get away with this. He’s gone to ground, but he’ll surface again, and when he does, we’ll be ready. Seth is already working on something.”
The following morning Damon’s plane took off, headed into the sunrise…
Alicia and Brock were going home.
CHAPTER 19
BROCK
Cerberus Headquarters
Chicago, Illinois
“What’s the latest on Rosemary Reynolds?” asked Brock.
Seth grinned. “She’s hanging in there. Damon says they think she’s getting a little stronger. She loves being out in the courtyard that overlooks the sea. Miley said no one’s seen hide nor hair of Rennault, and the legal wife is protesting her innocence. Since he’s technically the only one who did anything illegal—bigamy, insurance fraud—she’s in the clear.”
“But we know better. Alicia’s right; that bitch is up to her neck in it,” said Brock.
“Damon and Miley really want to bring him to justice for the death of Rosemary’s great-niece. Viktor has been brought up-to-speed, and he’s looking for his pound of flesh. Damon says they’ll keep trying even if Rosemary passes before they get it done. There is no statute of limitations on murder, so they don’t have to have it done by a certain date. I understand King and Samantha are going to go out there. Samantha wants to base a character on Rosemary and her exploits.”
“So much for Damon having a quiet place for Miley.”
“I don’t know that Miley wants a quiet place,” laughed Seth. “Quiet is not one of Miley’s strongest attributes unless she’s stalking someone.”
Brock nodded. “But part of being a Dom is ensuring your sub gets what she needs even when she doesn’t think she wants it.”
“Speaking from personal experience, are we?” teased Seth.
Royce joined them in the conference room. “Gentlemen? Brock, Camille says Sonata Royale is performing tonight. Do you think that’s wise?”
“It might be a mistake, but Alicia loves to perform and much as I’d like to, I can’t keep her swaddled in bubble wrap—although, come to think of it, that might be fun. We’ve got a unit that will be patrolling, and a lot of us in the audience will be armed, so there is that. She should be safe.”
There was a knock on the door, and Alicia joined them, bringing homemade cinnamon rolls. Brock was having to work out harder to keep from packing on the pounds. One of his favorite ways to get in some good cardio, though, was fucking the beautiful woman who was responsible for all the delicious treats.
“I just wanted to thank all of you, not just for what you did for me initially, but for all your support. It means the world to me. Seth, did you get the video equipment installed?”
“What video equipment?” asked Brock, scowling at Seth.
“Rosemary really wanted to see the show. I asked Seth if he could arrange to record it and live stream it back to California.”
* * *
The Majestic
Chicago, Illinois
Alicia put on the costume Brock had had custom-made for her and came out for inspection, twirling on her tippy toes. The costume was drop-dead gorgeous. It allowed her a lot of freedom of movement and made the most of her figure. He also happened to know there was absolutely nothing on under it. He meant to make the most of that sometime this evening.
It was one piece, purple and black with a corseted back and numerous layers of black tulle that started on the sides, just below the small of her back and then ruffled across her backside. Instead of making her feel self-conscious about the ‘junk in her trunk,’ it made the most out of it.
Instead of the short, black bob, Alicia had chosen instead a simple updo that she could let down with just the pull of a few hairpins.
“If Bobby thought that red number was va-va-va-voom, wait until he gets a load of this one. You look stunning, baby girl.”
