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“I suspect my dad contacted Fitzy with the video I sent him.” Rhys smirked. “One way or another, Vanderbilts get what they want. And we usedyourgirl to get it.”
I still wasn’t following his train of thought. And then it hit me…
Grace.
Sex.
Video.
Fuck.
“You filmed her?” I muttered, still in disbelief, though I shouldn’t have been that shocked, considering Rhys was a dirty motherfucker.
He winked. “Have yourself a good day, Marshall. I’ll be seeing you soon.”
And then, he walked out the front door, whistling that annoying tune under his breath. It wasn’t until after he left that I realized I knew the song.
Amazing Grace.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
COLE
Ihopped into my Ferrari seconds after Rhys drove off the property and went straight to Drake’s house. He was family and the only person I could trust with this information. Luca made it crystal clear he didn’t give a shit about Grace. And his brothers, apart from Bastian, would side with him.
I parked in the circular driveway and hopped out of the car, forgetting to kill the engine. My mind was scattered after the encounter with Rhys.
Several security guards lined the entrance to the house. They acknowledged me with a nod. I didn’t have time for pleasantries, not when Rhys was plotting against Grace.
I had to save her.
The promise I made the day we met meant something to me. No matter what, I would always try to do right by her. I would do anything in my power to protect her. And if that meant finding a gray area to my rules, so be it.
Moments before sunset, I walked toward the Battle Fortress, the sky a purplish-orange hue.
Lovelace recognized me and opened the doors. “Welcome back, Mr. Marshall. You seem distressed.”
“Because Iamdistressed,” I told the AI as I entered the house. “Where’s Drake?”
“Master Battle is in the Fortress of Solitude,” she lilted. “He is not to be disturbed.”
Drake rarely slept, so I knew he would still be awake.
“Disrupt him, please.” I stood by the elevator, and it didn’t light up when I hit the button. “Tell him I’m here and to turn the fucking elevator on!”
I was angrier than I realized and now taking it out on a computer.
“Master Battle gave specific instructions,” she told me. “He needs complete concentration.”
“Then tell him this is an emergency.”
“Shall I wake Mr. Maxwell? Perhaps he can assist.”
“No, Tate can’t help me.” I was ready to lose my mind. “Get Drake. Now!”
“One moment,” she said, and the house fell silent.
Drake’s assistant and her older brother lived here. But even Drake didn’t expect them to work around the clock.
