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It doesn’t take long before I duck in through the hidden door panel, secreted away from the main doors, making my way up to the living quarters as fast as my feet will carry me.
My lips twitch in anticipation of some more verbal sparring with my irritatingly beautiful house guest, but when I step off the elevator, the apartment is dead silent.
“Wren?”
My voice rebounds through the darkness, and with a frown, I march straight for her door, pushing it open without bothering to knock.
I clench my jaw, finding her room empty, and quickly send her a text, barely noting the thumbs-up emoji from Barbara.
ME
Where the hell are you?
My forehead creases when I hear her cell chime from her nightstand.
Fuck!
My palms begin to sweat, and my chest clenches in fear even as I dial Ford. He answers on the second ring, and I don’t preamble. “Are you with Wren?”
“No. I haven’t seen her all day.”
“Where are you now?”
He sighs. “Covering for Jules inRavish. He’s sick.”
“Is Lucia there?”
Silence as he obviously looks for her. “She’s just arrived. Should I—”
“No.” I kick off my trainers. “I’m on my way to you.”
I end the call and change into a black suit as quickly as possible. As I march onto the waiting elevator, I quickly look through today’s security footage on my cell, noting that she’d not left the apartment all day.
I’m about to exit the footage when she walks out of her bedroom, wearing a little black dress. Legs for days stride onto the elevator as she gently tugs the hem of the dress that barely covers her perfect ass.
I flick to the hall camera, watching as she meets a waiting Lucia, and I growl low in my chest as I step off the elevator, marching straight forRapture. I curse myself for thinking the worst. For believing she might heed my rules forherbenefit.
“Mr. Burton, might you—”
“Not now, Randolf!”
I push past waiting staff members, dead set on forcibly removing the bane of my existence from my club.
Once I’ve reachedRapture, heads turn as guests realize I’ve arrived, and internally I roll my eyes as I scan the floor. I find my quarry almost immediately, head thrown back in laughter as she dances between two pricks.
One has his hand on her hip while the other palms her bare upper thigh. Her arm is resting over one fucker’s shoulder, an almost empty flute of champagne dangling between her fingers.
I’ve closed the gap in the space of a heartbeat, blood thundering through my veins as my face fills with fury.
“What’s your problem, asshole?”
The guy behind Wren removes his hand from her thigh, bringing it up to, undoubtedly, push me away just as Wren turns horrified eyes to mine.
I hold her stare as his hand brushes off my lapel before I reach up and grab his fingers, twistinghard,all the while pinning Wren in my icy gaze. She gasps when he cries out as he yanks his hand back.
“What the fuck, man?” He turns his face to mine, but I don’t shift my stare from a suddenly wide-eyed little bird. “I think you broke my hand.”
Wren stumbles backward as the other guy steps forward with balled fists. His attempted punch is blocked when Ford steps in from behind me, catching the offending hand in his much larger one.
