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“Of course, Mr. Wolfe,” Dr Reed grovels. “My mistake, we’ll take good care of her.”
“You better.”
I release him and stride out of the room.Fuck. I pause in the hallway, trying to collect myself. Even after everything, my instincts are to protect her.
Even when I’m the one imprisoning her here, against her will.
But what else am I supposed to do? She’s lying to me, keeping secrets. I had a suspicion she was holding something back, right from the start, but I pushed the thought aside, too tempted by her innocence.
Too consumed with the primal instinct to possess her completely.
And that obsession only grew stronger, with every passing day. The breathless kisses I won from her sweet mouth, the moans of pleasure I drew from her untutored body, the sight of her sinking to her knees and eagerly taking my cock into her mouth, choking on every inch in her naïve efforts to please me.
To be my good girl.
God, I’ve closed billion-dollar deals and sent shockwaves through the stock exchanges around the world, but I swear, I’ve never known a victory as sweet as finally sinking into her slick cunt and claiming her body for my own. Feeling her clench and scream in ecstasy, overcome by the climax only I could provide. I’ve never felt a power like it—or such a wild rush of release.
A glimpse of the kind of connection I thought was out of reach for a monster like me.
I should have known it was all a lie. But still, when I found that locket among Avery’s things, the discovery cut me deeper than I ever imagined possible.
Miles Romano.
He was one of Nero Barretti’s men. A useful idiot, I decided, when he showed up at one of my poker nights last year. But he was low-level, just a street lawyer. Certainly not important enough for me to care about. So, I let him play—and build up a massive debt balance. I figured it could be leverage with Nero one day, but still, the figures were hardly worth my attention. I do billion-dollar deals, what’s a couple of hundred thousand to me? When I heard that he’d killed himself, I didn’t give it much thought. After all, he was a grown man. I never put a gun to his head and made him play. He made his own choices in life—and death.
But now, the man haunts me for one simple reason: What the hell is his connection to Avery?
I have to know the truth about who she is and why she’s here. It’s consumed my every waking thought, driving me into fierce rages that have sent half my staff quitting, and the other half cowering in fear whenever I walk into the room.
I’m out of control over her, capable of anything.Everything. Which is why she’s here, under lock and key in Larkspur. I don’t trust myself to resist her long enough to learn the truth. I’ve been in a cunt-struck haze since the day I met her: It’s how she’s slipped into my house, my life, past all my defenses.
Yes, she’s made a mockery of the great untouchable Sebastian Wolfe, alright. And she’ll stay behind these walls until she comes clean—and I can show some goddamn self-control around her again.
I stride down the hallway to her room to say my goodbyes. It’s locked, of course, and I snap my fingers to bring the orderly from the end of the hallway. “Open it,” I demand.
“Yes, sir.” He pulls out a keycard, unlocking the door.
I brace myself, wondering how I’ll find her. Resigned, or spitting mad? I’ve learned that she’s not nearly as shy and sweet at she first appeared to be, but I like the fire in her eyes as she stands up to me. It makes me want to tame her even more.
I push the door open—
And everything stops.
She’s slumped on the floor, in a pool of blood.
Oh God.
Memories crash into my mind, the night I’ve tried so many times to forget. Blood pooling on the dark ground, my sister’s body, unmoving in the moonlight.
My father’s eyes, already lifeless and empty.
Your fault. It’s always your fault.
The paralysis breaks. I rush over to her body, yelling at the orderly to call 999, and get help. “Avery,” I demand, pulling her upright. She’s slashed at her wrists, and I strip off my jacket, pressing it to stop the flow. “Avery, talk to me.”
But her body is limp. Eyes closed, her face a ghostly pale color. For one horrible moment, I’m terrified that she’s already dead. Then I feel it, a pulse.
Faint, but there.
