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“Never.” They said it in unison, and the vibration of the deep bass voices ran down her spine.
“We would never, in a million years, do something so heinous to our sisters, our brothers, our friends, anyone in our family. No one,” said Antoine. “In fact, you can pretty much count on the fact that we wouldn’t even do it to a stranger.”
“Then why?” she said in a barely audible voice. “Why would they do this to me? You heard him. You heard him say that I had to go back to pay a debt.His own wife did it.[PC3]Why would they do that?” She was crying now. Tears falling freely down her cheeks as her small shoulders shook.
Gaspar stepped forward, kneeling next to the young woman. His heart was cracking in two for her. He had no explanation for what her family had done. But he would find out.
“I don’t know why, sweetie. It’s no excuse, but I’m gonna guess they’re in a mess of trouble. You let us figure that out. You just get well. We’ll all be right here to take care of you and make sure you’re alright.” She nodded as he gently hugged her. The fierceness of his expression was matched by his brothers and Bull.
“C-can I shower?” she asked. “Please. I need to shower.”
“Okay, honey. I’ll have to help you,” said Kelsey. “Come on.”
Antoine lifted her off the sofa and carried her toward the bedroom. When she was out of sight, Kelsey turned to the men in the room.
“Find her family. And kill them all.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
20 years earlier…
Jason Mackenzie stared at the computer screens, shaking his head. It wasn’t possible. There must be something wrong with the formulas, with his screens. Maybe a glitch in his computer system. The investment was supposed to yield more than a seventy percent return. Seventy. Yet, according to all the information coming in, his client was going to lose his entire investment. Millions of dollars. He told him it was a ‘sure thing.’ He told him to invest it all.
“Jason, we need to leave soon,” said his wife, standing in the door, smiling at her husband. She was still so stunningly beautiful. His beauty queen who’d selected him to escort her to Miss New York pageant, which she’d won. He was the luckiest man in New York.
Until today.
“What?”
“We have that dinner at the club for Fred Warren’s retirement. We promised we’d attend, and I’m all ready,” she said, spinning. He looked at her and frowned.
“How much was that dress?” he asked. Virginia looked at her husband in shock.
“What? Jason, you never ask what I spend on clothing.”
“I’m asking now.”
“Alright. It was sixty-two hundred. But it’s an original. I’ll wear it again.” He stood, walking toward her.
“No, you won’t wear it again. You never wear them again. That’s not your style. It’s not our style.” He heard the maid arguing with someone at the front door, then a very loud voice. He froze, gripping his wife’s arm.
“Go upstairs, Virginia. Don’t come down.” He tried to shove her toward the back access, but she wouldn’t budge.
“Jason! What are you doing?”
“Yes, Jason. What are you doing?” asked the man standing in his office door. Virginia looked at her husband, then back at the man.
“I’m sorry, my husband seems to not be feeling well. I’m Virginia Mackenzie.” She held out a delicate hand, the massive canary diamond gleaming on her left hand, the rubies, diamonds, and pearls dripping from her neck and ears. The man took note of it all.
“Virginia, go upstairs,” said Jason.
“No, Virginia. Don’t go upstairs. This is going to involve you as well,” said the man.
“I’m sorry, I know nothing of my husband’s business,” she smiled. “Ask him. I can’t even balance the checkbook.” Another man gripped her arm, steering her toward the cordovan leather sofa.
“Jason?” she said, looking at her husband.
“We’ll recoup this, Eddie. I promise. You just have to give me some time.”
