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Matteo frowns at Bellamy, but she’s hard to be mad at, so his face immediately softens. “I guess it’s for the best given the circumstances. Let’s get down to business.”
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Tobias
Owen and his friends sit around the massive table in the dining area of the penthouse, and the other three pepper Owen with questions. I hang back, observing until Bellamy moves to the table. I beat her to it and pull a chair out then sit next to her and drape an arm over the back of her chair. It’s petty, but the brief glare Owen sends my way pleases me more than it should.
“At least one of the shooters was already in the church from what we’ve been able to piece together from everything you gathered, Owen. The others entered from the back, and you’re not wrong about them making a beeline for Bellamy,” Matteo says.
Owen gives a terse nod. “I don’t think they were trying to kill her, though. Based on our encounter in the bar before we left England, I would say they want to kidnap her for some reason. I’m still untangling the finances.”
Silence falls over the group as we all consider the implications of what Owen has just said. Kidnapping Bellamy would be a nightmare scenario for all of us. Especially when we don’t know who the perpetrators are or what their motives are. If it’s a rival family wanting to stop the marriage, it means starting an all-out war. If it’s my family or Bellamy’s family trying to back out of the marriage contract, it also means war. Either way, Bellamy is being used as a pawn, and I don’t like it.
“We need to find out who they are and what they want before they have a chance to act,” Victor says, breaking the silence. “Do we have a way to flush them out?”
“We’re working on it. I’ve already tasked some of my people with looking into it, and Tobias has cast a net in his own organization to find out if it’s an inside job. But we need to be careful. We don’t want to tip our hand and reveal that we’re onto them. Trying to flush them out right now without enough information isn’t wise.”
I give them what little information I have, and the conversation continues like this for another forty-five minutes. Eventually, the topic shifts to the High Card—the BDSM club the four men own.
“Will you be there tonight?” Luke asks Owen.
Owen glances my way and then looks at Bellamy before answering. “Is it a good idea?”
Matteo scratches at the back of his head and looks around the table. “I think it’s best. Keeps things normal.”
Bellamy sits up straighter. “Can I come? I realize I technically don’t work there anymore, but I miss it.”
Matteo reaches for her hand and gives it a squeeze. “I would like nothing more. Grace isn’t working out so well taking over for you. If you wanted to step back into your old role for a night or two, that would be a life saver.”
That makes me tense. “What exactly is your role?” I ask.
Owen laughs. “Tell him, love.”
“Bite me, Owen.”
The outburst surprises me. She’s always been almost deferential to him.
But she turns to me before Owen can respond. “I was the office manager, for lack of a better term.”
Matteo snorts. “Don’t sell yourself short, sweetheart.”
To me he says, “Bellamy practically runs the place. On paper she’s head submissive and the office manager. But if it weren’t for her, we wouldn’t be nearly as successful as we are.”
I’m filled with a sense of pride that I’m not expecting. The head submissive part raises questions, but I don’t ask them right now. That seems like a conversation to have with my fiancée in private.
“I’d like to attend as well. It seems better for the three of us to stick together right now.”
Matteo and Owen exchange a look before Owen tilts his head in my direction. “We can arrange that.”
Bellamy seems happier than she has since she came to London for our wedding. Jealousy is not an emotion I’m used to, but now I find myself jealous of a sex club. Or maybe a whole damn town. Her demeanor shifted as soon as we touched down in Sin City.
What is it about this place? Is it just that she lived here with Owen? Something tells me it’s more than that, and I’m determined to find out what it is. I want to learn everything that makes my wife-to-be tick. It’s the only way I’ll win her over.
“Can I call Grace?”
“No.”
“Yes.”
