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I cocked my head, trying to figure out how in the hell anyone had a fucking clue where I was, including my brother.
But I took the call.
As the man spoke, I took several deep breaths, finding it unnecessary to interrupt him. When he was finally finished, all I could do was acknowledge the call. “I understand. I’ll do what’s necessary.” After handing Cage his phone, I took long strides toward Salvator, rage forming in my gut.
I backhanded the son of a bitch several times until he was flat on the ground, his breathing ragged. Then I pulled out my weapon, straddling the man. With zero hesitation or remorse, I fired a single shot right between the eyes.
Seconds later, I threw a look at the other members before turning away. As Cage had mentioned, they could handle the fucking trash from here. I had a goddamn life to shut down.
I took long strides toward my bike, unable to feel anything.
Let the man rot in hell.
CHAPTER1
Harlow
“We need to talk.”
Talk? I didn’t like the smugness in his voice or the fact he remained standing. Christopher was wearing his perfectly tailored suit he’d ordered directly from Italy after jetting there for the sole purpose of the fitting.
Not for the gorgeous scenery.
Not for the fabulous wine.
Only for a two-piece suit that cost more than six months of my salary. Then again, Christopher Martin could afford anything he wanted. Yachts. Vacation homes. Cases of Dom Perignon.
“What do we need to talk about?”
Hopefully this formal meeting was all about the promotion. I had to admit I was hopeful after spending eighty-hour weeks for two solid months. Every single ad I’d created had not only been accepted by our growing list of clients, they’d praised the entire firm for such outstanding work.
The bastard had better offer me the role or I wasn’t certain what I’d do. Visions of skewering him for a barbeque feast came to mind. Granted, I had other reasons to fork his ass.
“Why don’t you sit down?”
“I’m dandy standing.”
He was quiet.
I started fuming.
While his gaze was stern, that didn’t dampen his handsome exterior, the coiffed linen suit unable to hide his muscular physique. Every woman in the office swooned over him. Considered the most eligible bachelor on the East Coast, he’d graced a half-dozen magazine covers in the last year alone.
I’d managed to keep my cool and my dignity.
Mostly.
“This is difficult,” he finally said, suddenly acting as if this was the most devastating moment of his career.
Uh-oh.
“Just say it, Christopher.”
What was he getting at?
“Ms. Fox. We’re going to have to let you go.”
Hold up. What? What the hell did he just say?
