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“And? That’s why you’re perfect. I can grease your palm and make it worth your while.”
Wilder sighed and stood, fixing his tie. He wanted to rip it off and shift right there to destroy this man who clearly didn’t appreciate his wife. Or the concept of subtlety.
“You should have done your research. BMA doesn’t engage in that kind of business. See yourself out.”
Greg got to his feet and pointed a finger at Wilder. “You’re making a big mistake.”
Wilder chanced another look at Amelia. Hewasmaking a mistake.
He was letting his mate walk away with her no-good husband.
“Good luck.” He aimed the words at Amelia before letting the conference door close behind him.
Wilder left for the day, and he wasn’t seen or heard from for nearly a week.
He had a mate to mourn. A mate he hadn’t had the chance to know. To love.
It was—and would forever be—the greatest loss of his life.
TWO
AMELIA
Maybe if this life had been her choice, Amelia Sunderland wouldn’t have been so unhappy.
Yet, here she was, controlled on all sides. Miserable. Dejected.
Beaten.
Oh, her husband didn’t raise a hand to her, but there were other ways to beat down a person, and Greg was good at that. He was a man of violence. His life was steeped with danger at every turn, and Amelia had to go along with it like she agreed.
Or didn’t agree.
In fact, Amelia hadn’t made a single decision for herself, whether she agreed or not, since she turned twenty-one.
Greg had chosen her wedding dress. He usually dictated what she could and could not wear. He had even decided that she would dye her long black hair blonde.
Today, she was starting her rebellion.
A thrill went up her spine as she walked into the salon. “Wait here,” she pointed to the series of chairs in the salon’s entry. Her bodyguard, a lion shifter, growled at her. She couldn’t go anywhere without her guard. Not because Greg wanted to make sure she was safe.
Nope.
Greg wanted to make sure that his wife didn’t run and leave him.
Amelia sighed and shrugged. “Fine. Suit yourself. Come into the salon and stand there while I get my hair colored.”
The guard—Evan—winced. He’d been with her the last time she had to dye her hair, and he was still complaining about it. “Fine,” he grumbled. He sat in the chair and crossed his arms. “If you make a move—”
“I know. I know,” she interrupted.
Amelia made her way through to the reception desk and smiled at the young woman behind the counter. “Hi, I’m here to see Max.”
The woman beamed. “Amelia?”
“That’s me.”
“Right this way.”
