Page 46 of Blackmailing the Denton Girl (The Denton Family Legacy)

“Have you ever killed someone?”

“Not that I know of.”

“By your own admission, you are not ready to do any of this. I’m not being cruel to you, Tamsin. I am being kind. I cannot have anything happen to you. I will handle my … Paul. I always have and always will.” He kissed her cheek, reached over her, and switched off the light.

Tamsin relaxed into his arms, and she turned to nestle her ass against the front of his pelvis.

Killing Paul Savonas would solve their problems. An all-out war would guarantee people would die. She didn’t know if that was what Paul was hoping to achieve, but she couldn’t allow it to happen. No way. She had to be able to do something about it.

She had to be able to stop him, to protect her family from them all.

Could she do it?

Could she kill Paul Savonas?

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“For the last time, we have no other dealings with your father,” Jacob said.

Mason sat back and nodded his head. He knew it was a long shot. Paul Savonas liked to make as many deals as possible, and he also liked to keep them a secret. Sitting in Jacob Denton’s office alone, discussing the business arrangements between their families, Mason hadn’t liked to appear desperate.

The problem was, Albert Delcoties was running out of time and patience, not that Mason could blame him. He clearly adored his niece and wanted her back in one piece.

“Fine. I didn’t know if you had negotiated a cabin, an island, or anything else.”

“Trust me, I would know,” Jacob said. “You know everything our father’s agreed to.”

“Did you also know about the agreement of a child within five years?” Mason asked.

Jacob pressed his lips together and nodded his head.

Mason took a deep breath. He was on edge, and he would not be able to relax for a long time. Not until he figured this shit out, and he needed to do it soon.

“You don’t look good,” Jacob said.

“I’ve had better weeks,” Mason said.

“How is Tamsin?”

“She’s good.” He’d not been able to linger in the mornings or at night. In the last couple of days, his time had been devoted to dealing with hunting for this girl. His anger at Paul had reached a whole new level.

Jacob sighed and sat back.

“You could call her,” Mason said.

“She never takes my calls.”

“That was two years ago. Tamsin is … she might be more than willing to talk to you.”

Jacob snorted. “You may have been married to my sister and living with her, but you clearly don’t know her.”

Mason glared at the man opposite him. “I know my wife and I know how different she is now. Trust me, she would be more receptive to your call than you think.”

Jacob opened his mouth, closed it, and then nodded his head. “I’ll give it some thought.”

Blowing out a breath, Mason continued to look at Jacob. He didn’t say anything, but there was so much he wanted to say at the same time.

“Is there anything else I can help you with?” Jacob asked.

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