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I wake up with a start.I blink, frowning into the darkness, inhaling the scent of her hair against my face. She stirs against me, but she’s sleeping soundly as I turn to glare at the intrusion into my sleep.
It’s my phone, buzzing on the nightstand. I glare at it until my eyes focus, and I realize it’s Liam.
My eyes narrow as I twist away from Ella to pick up the phone and glance at the time. It’s two in the morning.
I very much doubt this is a social call.
“There’s something you need to see, boss.”
I frown, the serious tone of his voice shaking away my sleep.
“Okay. Let me know when you’re here.”
“It would be best if you came to me, actually.”
My brows knit.
“Liam, it’s two in the morning. Skip the riddles and tell me exactly what the fuck we’re talking—”
“I just caught Jon Karzony trying to break into your offices with a homemade incendiary device.”
The world stills, turning red around me.
Jon Karzony, as in Oliver’s chauffeur who was once the Ashford’s chauffeur. The lying piece of shit who was claiming he’d testify to seeing Ella pouring kerosene into buckets in the garage the night of the fire.
“Noel,” Liam grunts quietly. “I think he might be the one who killed Matilde Laurent and Cassandra Ashford.”
Raw hate and fury explode inside of me as I lurch from the bed.
“Where are you.”
“I’ll send a driver to—”
“Tell me where you are,” I snarl, yanking on pants. “I’m on my way.”
When we hang up, I pause. I turn, moving quietly to her side of the bed and kneeling beside her. I kiss a still-sleeping Ella gently on the cheek.
“No more nightmares, little one,” I whisper quietly. “I’m ending this tonight.”
Liam is waitingfor me outside the South Bank warehouse I pull up to in the Range Rover. I kill the engine and step out, my eyes narrowed, vengeance surging through my veins.
“Prince sacked him after his public claim about Ella,” he grunts as I walk over to him. “But I’ve had a tail on him twenty-four-seven ever since. I was on him myself tonight when he headed over to your main offices. I caught him trying to hot-wire his way in via the service entrance. He had this on him.”
His face is grim as he holds up a backpack, unzipped to a show a mess of wires and metal canisters of chemicals inside.
My eyes narrow.
“Shit.”
“I’ve disengaged the remote detonator. But boss…” he shakes his head grimly. “It’s a carbon copy of the ones they found a few weeks ago all over your and Oliver’s properties. And it’s utilizing the same kerosene and CleanWipe ratio of accelerants.”
My pulse hums in my ears as the gravity of what he’s saying sinks into me. I nod at the warehouse door behind him.
“He’s inside?”
Liam nods grimly. “Ay, chained up with two of my guys watching him.”
