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“Boss?”
“Fuck me. You’re not attached in any way to Garcia, are you?” I ask softly.
“I like his daughter. She’s adorable.”
Groaning, I pull my hand from her and make her suck the finger clean before I lick my palm and kiss her. Adjusting myself, I poke my head out.
He meets my gaze, holding up a phone. “It’s Rush.”
Everything goes cold.
It’s in Garcia’s tone.
Trouble.
“Do not buy that flannel. Keep shopping. Garcia will take you back when you’re done.”
Since I don’t trust myself, I leave.
* * *
Rush has been arrested. Not the cops–the fucking FBI.
The world rocks wildly, and real fear slashes through me. I can do a lot of things, but this?
Fuck.Fuck.
I slam a hand on the roof of the car. Then, I take a breath and give my driver the address. I need to do something I don’t want to do.
I make the call—one call—but it’s the one I’ve always said I would never make.
“It’s Wilder,” I say into the speaker the moment they pick up. “Let’s make a deal.”
Chapter6
Rose
Fuck Niko.
He thinks he can hoodwink me with his scalding looks and by putting his hand in my panties. He thinks I’m so naïve and innocent that I need to be put on a shelf. I get dressed, grab the clothes, including the horrendous nightdress the sales assistant said they were sent by mistake when I wanted to try on to ‘tease my fiancé.’
The man takes me to places so exclusive, they only have a discreet name above them, shuts them down so I can shop, and yet he thinks that’s going to placate me, like I’m an imbecile who lives to shop till she drops.
I buy them all, and she starts to carefully wrap them.
“Just throw them into one bag.”
She recoils, her pale blonde hair almost bursting from its smooth chignon in horror. “But—”
“Do it.” I take the bag and rush out. Garcia strides next to me, his face expressionless, and I glare at him. “Shut up.”
“Not a word,” he says, opening the door of the car. “I value my life.”
I’m not having it. Not at all. I tried to shop. I spent time trying on all the stupid things he put in the dressing room, but when I saw the list of places he texted as suggestions of where to go next, I just…
Tantrum might be one word.
I fold my arms and kick the bulging bag on the floor.
