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Skylar keeps glancing at the entrance to the warehouse, her breaths already coming fast.
“Give me ten minutes, and I’ll be back so we can talk business,” I say to Elio before I take Skylar’s hand and pull her toward the steps.
As I head to the room we usually use to torture some poor fuck for information, I suddenly change direction and take her to one of the empty offices.
Pulling her inside the dusty room, I don’t let go of her hand and tug her closer. Her head tilts back, her eyes sparkling like they used to.
Just the thought of spending time with her father is enough to breathe life back into her gaze.
I’ve missed that fucking sparkle.
The thought catches me off guard and I quickly let go of her hand.
I sound agitated as fuck when I say, “Wait here.”
Skylar nods, and her eyes follow me out of the office.
Walking toward the steps, I stop by the metal railing and placing my hands on it, I stare down at the lower floor where my men are hard at work.
I hear a car pull up, and turning my attention to the entrance, I watch as Carlo and Emilio pull Harlan from the vehicle before shoving him into the warehouse.
My eyes follow the man as he’s forced through the warehouse and up the steps. Carlo brings him to a stop a couple of feet away from me. Letting go of the railing, I turn to Harlan and take in his sorry state.
“You have thirty minutes,” I mutter.
Harlan’s eyes snap to my face, and I see the hatred burning in them.
He wishes he could kill me.
I let out a chuckle. “Don’t fuck this up for Skylar. She’s really looking forward to seeing you.” Unable to resist fucking with the man, I add, “I’d hate to seemy womanupset.”
Harlan’s eyes widen with a mixture of rage and disbelief.
I nod toward the office, and Carlo shoves Harlan so he’ll move.
The moment Harlan enters the office, I hear a strangled sob from Skylar. “Daddy!”
I walk closer to the door, and locking eyes with Carlo, I say, “You can leave.”
As Carlo heads back to the steps, I watch Skylar and Harlan hugging each other. They’re just crying, not saying a word.
I leave the door open, and walking a couple of feet away, I lean back against the wall so I can listen to their conversation.
For the longest moment, all I hear is Skylar crying. My heart squeezes in my chest, and I lower my head and stare at the metal landing beneath my feet.
The uncontrollable rage I felt toward Skylar has faded over the past two weeks, but the sight of Harlan still pisses me off.
“Are you okay?” I hear Harlan ask.
“I’m fine, Daddy.” She takes a shuddering breath. “You don’t look okay. I never see you eating.”
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“I can see and hear you on a live stream. Renzo somehow planted cameras in the mansion. The kitchen, living room, my bedroom, and by the staircase. I get to see you and Louisa.”
There’s a moment’s silence again, then Skylar whispers, “You need to eat. Stop sitting in my bedroom. It breaks my heart seeing you like that.”
Harlan doesn’t respond to what his daughter just said but instead asks, “Has he hurt you?”
