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forty-one
BRAD
“I’ll haveher by tonight, sir.”
“This is your last chance. They’re looking into things they shouldn’t, and I know it’s her kicking up the dust. You need to get Bellamy back under your control. If I need to take things into my own hands, both you and your pathetic mother will be sorry.”
“I understand, sir.”
He hangs up as usual, and I’m left with more threats. If I had known accepting this job two years ago was going to end up with me here, I would’ve thought more about it.
The money is really fucking good, though. I should’ve locked Bellamy down. Literally.
I don’t understand why he thinks it’s her doing all this. She’s as weak as a sick mouse on a good day. She cowers whenever I disagree with her. There’s no way this is her.
But that’s fine. The boss gets what the boss wants. And if he wants me fucking Bellamy again, well, let’s just say she has a nice and tight pussy.
I know she’s going to show up. I left the letter vagueenough for her to worry about anyone in her life with a penis. Plus, I know the flowers will shake her up.
Black dahlias for betrayal.
Black roses for revenge.
Hopefully, our kids get my intelligence and not hers.
The sound of gravel crunching under tires gets my attention. A slow smile creeps its way up my face.
“Showtime.”
forty-two
KAI
“Belle?”I call into the house. “I’m sorry I missed your text. Someone slashed my tires and Mav was helping me arrange for someone to come change them. I ended up having to have my car towed when the guy realized the break line was cut too. Mav just dropped me off.”
I continue walking around and realize I’m talking to an empty house. “Belle?” I call out one more time, just in case.
I quickly call her phone, but it goes straight to voicemail. My concern skyrockets, and I immediately dial Willa.
“I don’t care if you don’t like the bikinis we picked out. Belle looks hot and you’re just going to have to get used to guys looking at her.”
“Where the fuck is she, Willa? She’s not here and her phone is going to voicemail.”
“What? I dropped her off over an hour ago. Are you sure? Have you checked every room?” The panic in Willa’s voice isn’t helping. I miss the snark from when she answered. It’s easier to deal with.
“Yes, I’ve checked —” My jaw drops when I walk into my kitchen.
“Kai? Are you still there?” Willa asks.
“Yeah, I…” My voice trails off as I grab the note in front of the vase of black flowers I didn’t buy. “Willa call the police.” I rattle off the address on the note.
“What are you going to do? You can’t just march in there alone!” she yells.
“Call the police, Willa!” I hang up on her and grab the keys to my bike. I haven’t taken the Harley out in a while, and I can only hope it still runs.
forty-three
BELLE
