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“Sebastian Christchurch,” he says. “And you are?”
“Isla Harding. Are you supposed to be here?”
His perfectly gorgeous hazel eyes glimmer as he smiles again. “I’m right where I need to be. Your boss here?”
Shaking my head, wincing at the lie, I say, “Nope.”
“Liar,” he says, his smile turning slightly more sinister. “Where is he?”
“Where are the guards? What did you do them?”
“They’ll live. They were simply in my way.”
“Are you here with Dante?”
His eyebrow goes up slightly before he settles again. “Yeah. He here?”
“No.”
“Oof, you are so bad at that.”
Annoyed, I grimace and cross my arms again. “Fuck you.”
“Now I would take you up on that, sweetheart, but I’ve got shit to do, so point me in the direction of your boss and Dante to speed this up a bit. If I have to start searching room by room, I’m going to get aggravated and blame it all on you. Neither of us wants that, hmm?” He pulls a gun out of his jacket and holds it loosely in front of him, his other hand covering it in a mock-casual pose. I have a feeling he would shoot me in the face and walk away without a shred of guilt.
As we stand there, neither one of us saying a word, after a few moments, he sighs. “The hard way then. Your choice, Isla. Remember that.”
Quick as lightning, he reaches out and grabs me by the back of my neck, hauling me out into the entrance hall, the gun pressed into my side, as fear rips through me, nearly tripping me up.
33
DANTE
Gideon and I had barely had time to take a breath when we hear a loud shout.
“Dante, you fucking arsehole. Where the fuck are you?”
Glancing at each other, we move stealthily and quickly from the office back into the entrance hall to see Sebastian fucking Christchurch with his hands on Isla.
“What the fuck?” Gideon roars and moves forward, but Sebastian shakes his head, that wicked smile that always seemed slightlytoosinister widening as he sees us both.
“You,” he hisses, looking at Gideon. “Cole Tomlinson. I hope you’ve got your affairs in order because today is judgement day.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Isla give him a curious look through her fear, but it’s soon squashed when Sebastian tightens his hold on her.
“You fucking wish, little prick,” Gideon snarls. “You have no idea what you’ve stepped into.”
“Actually, I do. Gideon Hawthorne, is it now?”
He growls and takes another step forward, pulling the gun out of the back of his pants, but he’s too slow. I’m way ahead of him.
Aiming my gun at Sebastian, I’m itching to take out this fucker, but I’m surprised to discover the only thing stopping me is Isla. I have no idea how she would react, but more than that, I don’t want her covered in Sebastian’s blood as she watches the life drain out of him. The need to protect her is overwhelming, and while I was all up for a bit of fun with her by taking her away from Gideon, that has deepened into a fierce protectiveness that even I can’t explain.
“Let her go,” I snarl, “Or I will blow you to pieces.”
Sebastian’s cool gaze lands on me. “Oh, she belongs to you? Here I thought she was the Don’s property.”
“Hey!” Isla snaps and then shuts her mouth as Sebastian’s grip tightens even more, and she whimpers as he hurts her.
