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She stilled, her grip easing. “Then we make it so I can.”

I lifted my gaze to hers.

She licked her lips and my rock hard cock spasmed. “If he wants to fuck, then we make it on my terms,” she murmured. “Only you won’t like it.”

Relief hit me hard. It was only a matter of time before he clawed his way out once more. The bruises and marks on her skin from this morning were burned into my mind. I couldn’t fight him. Not the way I was, at least. Next time she might not escape so easily.

“Try me,” I whispered. “Right now, I’d do anything just to have you.”

THIRTY

London

Hale is dead?

HALE IS DEAD?

I lifted my head from the constant barrage of messages on my phone. Curiosity gripped me as I opened Facebook and searched his name…

Bad move.

He was everywhere. Images of the police dragging his waterlogged body from the river was the first thing you saw. He was certainly working hard to make it well known he was no longer a threat.

But that was just like him, wasn’t it?

A liar.

A strategist…

And very much a threat.

I closed down the app, then opened my messages.

I’m on my way. I’ll meet you there, I typed, then hit send, not waiting for a response before I rose from my seat and left the study behind.

It was time to know for sure. To look that bastard in the cloudy fucking eyes and ease that clenched fist in my gut. The one which told me Hale was more dangerous right now than he’d ever been…

I pulled on my jacket over my shoulder holster and strode out of the house, hating I was leaving my family behind. But this had to be done.

Beep.

I lifted my phone as I pressed the button and unlocked the new Audi I’d had delivered. Gleaming black paintwork, brushed black steel wheels. It was stunning. I’d better keep it away from Vivienne. But I didn’t linger on the thought as I climbed in and read the message.

Rossi: We need to meet.

“What the fuck now?” I muttered and typed out exactly that.

Rossi: We have a problem.

When didn’t we? I glanced at the time and winced. I didn’t have time for this. Not now at least. I typed…

Give me an hour.

It was barely a second later.

Rossi: I’ll be at our warehouse.

I knew the one. A refrigerator trucking company on the outskirts of the city. What was so goddamn important? Whatever it was, it was big. But right now, I had other very dead matters to attend to. I started the brand new car and put it into gear, backing out of the driveway.

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