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“We have a manor?!”
My pulse couldn’t race any faster. The surprises were piled too high. My heart soaring too fast.
“Yes,” Lucian said. “We have a manor. Just you wait and see.”
“When?!” I asked him. “When will I see it?”
An attendant opened the limo door and I slipped into the back seat ahead of Lucian. They shut us inside with a smile and wave.
“Now,” he told me. “You’ll see it now. We’re heading right on over. Francesca and Devon are already waiting there to celebrate.”
My legs would be Jell-o. My hands were shaking as I checked out my ring finger for the thousandth time already.
The limo pulled away and the security cars drove along with us until we were out of the city, well on our way to the new manor in the darkness.
I couldn’t wait.
Holy hell, I couldn’t wait. We were going home. HOME. Home to a whole new home of our own.
The signs on the road started showing High Wycombe getting closer.
It was only when the distance seemed to be getting further away rather than closer that Lucian leaned forward in the seat and cast a scowl at the driver.
“The sooner the fucking better, please,” he said. “Get your act together.”
But that’s when the interior locks sounded out loud around us and the screen between us and the driver closed up tight.
“What the fuck—” Lucian began, but then he shifted again, staring at the driver through the glass, and I saw him realize something. Saw something slam him like a hammer blow.
His eyes were wild when he turned back to face me, grabbing me by the hand before trying the doors, but they were locked up tight.
“What’s happening?!” I asked him. “Lucian?! What the hell?!”
I’d never seen him scared before.
I’d never seen him frantic like he was when he tried to elbow the window until it smashed, but still he couldn’t break it.
It only took one sight of the driver staring back at me in the rearview mirror before I knew exactly what was happening.
It wasn’t the same driver as the one who’d taken us to the Eye. It wasn’t any one of the drivers who’d been responsible for driving us around since we first stepped foot on their soil.
I cried out as the limo pulled off the road at a random junction marked with a sign that said “Briar Dene Village, please drive slowly.” But we didn’t drive slowly. The limo sped through the village and I cried out harder as it screeched and rumbled up onto a gravel path, heading off road into some woodland, lined high with trees. I was so scared. So fucking scared I couldn’t breathe as we came to a stop.
Lucian’s hand was tight in mine when the driver got out of the front seat and came for us. The gun was already aimed at us as he opened the door and ordered us out.
Lucian moved first, keeping me firmly behind him.
“Whatever they’ve offered you for doing this…” he said, but the guy shook his head.
“Don’t even think about trying to buy me,” he replied. “I’ve been pro Morelli my whole life, you ain’t got shit to hold over me. Now, get out of the car slowly. I know you’re packing. Hand it over. Try anything and I’ll blow your bitch’s brains out.”
Lucian did as he was told, revealing the holster beneath his jacket, carefully taking the gun from it.
The driver snatched it from him, told us to get to the trunk.
Lucian kept me close behind him as we did as we were told, shuffling to the back of the limo while the driver kept the gun aimed at Lucian. He opened the trunk and there was the original driver, curled up, dead.
“Your father wants your body,” the driver said. “And I’m gonna be delivering it to him. But first, he wants to see me do it. He wants to see you fucking die.”
He took out a cell phone and pointed it at us, and the light came on as he set the video camera rolling.
Once again he gestured us forward, guiding us into a space on the grass.
“Get the fuck over there,” he said to Lucian, and Lucian held his hands up as he stepped away from me.
“Stay where you are, Elaine,” he said as I made a move to follow him.
“No!” I cried out, but Lucian hissed at me.
“Stay there, Elaine. This is between me and my fucking father.”
The driver laughed. “Not quite, Morelli. Your father wants the blonde bitch’s corpse too. You can get married in fucking hell.”
My heart was weirdly glad I’d be going along with him. I didn’t want to live without Lucian. I’d rather be dead alongside him.
“Any last words for your father?” the driver asked Lucian, stepping up closer to get a decent view on camera.
“Yes,” Lucian told him, stepping forward so his stomach was pressed to the gun. He looked straight at the cell and pulled a smirk. An evil one. “Go fuck yourself, cunt.”
