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He puts his finger on my lips. Men get blue balls, but what is the equivalent word for women? Lips in the lurch? Whatever it is, that’s exactly how I’m feeling right now.
“I’ve waited for five years,” he says. “When I fuck you for the first time, it won’t be a quickie in the kitchen.”
But he can’t resist sliding his hand up my inner thigh, making me moan as he strokes my delicate skin in swirling patterns.
“When I have you, we’re not leaving bed for a day,” he continues. “We’re not going to rush.”
“But…” I argue. “I… want you.”
“Want me?” He raises one eyebrow with a sly smile. “Or need me?”
His fingers slide over the top of my slippery knickers. My legs wobble like they’re about to give way.
“Need you,” I reply desperately.
“Then you can wait,” he purrs.
Before I can tell him that waiting is overrated, a door in another room flies open with a bang.
“Boss!” Callen calls. Why is he intent on ruining everything? This is another reason to add to my list of why I hate him. “We need to talk.”
“Don’t forget what I said, Rose,” Freddie whispers in my ear, sending shivers down the side of my neck. “You’re all mine, and it’s only a matter of time before I have you.”
I swallow, unsure whether that’s a threat or a promise, hoping it’s both as Callen rushes into the kitchen.
“What is it?” Freddie snaps at him. Callen looks at me pointedly, unsure whether to continue. Freddie taps his foot impatiently. “Well? Spit it out.”
“It’s Bexley,” Callen says. “Another one of his men has been found dead. This time, it wasn’t someone patrolling the mansion. It was his accountant.”
My ears prick up. I remember Doyle Jackson. He wasn’t there the night Daisy died, but he’s been part of Spencer’s inner circle for years.
“Did anyone see anything?” Freddie asks.
“The last thing they saw was him going home with a woman,” he says. “There was something left on top of his body. A lotus.”
Freddie’s eyebrows scrunch together. “The flower?”
Callen nods.
Interesting. One of our best agents must be back in London. Although I’ve never met her, I’ve heard others talk about the woman who leaves a lotus close to her killings. It’s her personal signature. Alaric and Stephanie must have tasked her to kill Doyle to distract the Dukes for what comes next.
When I kill them, they won’t see it coming…
CHAPTER13
FREDDIE
Ihesitate at the door. My feet keep moving, but my brain screams at me to stay. How can I leave her under Callen’s protection while assassins are targeting us and holding Bram hostage? But I have no choice. Spencer requested a meeting. Fast. He’s a big client, and we still have to find the serial killer targeting his men.
When I arrive at Bexley’s mansion, Seb is already waiting. He leans against the car. His wavy blonde hair ripples in the breeze like he’s posing for a photo shoot. I can see why Rose likes him. He has a sharp jawline, a mischievous smile, and an easy-going attitude that makes women fall at his feet. It’s hard not to be resentful when the man who has half of London lusting over him is infatuated with the woman I love.
“Boss.” Seb straightens as soon as he sees me. “Any news?”
“Not yet.” I shake my head. “Callen’s thallium leads have drawn a blank, and none of his medical contacts knows a man with a scar like the one we saw. Most people don’t survive getting their throat cut.”
Finding information is taking longer without Bram. We all have some technical ability—Bram trained us in case something like this were to happen, but it’s not the same.
“Spencer will lose his shit if we don’t speak to him soon,” Seb says, tipping his head toward the building. “He’s waiting inside with more details.”
