Page 50 of Donovan Blake: Adrenalin

“But—but—that’s impossible,” Franco muttered feeling a strange prickle ripple through his body.

“Hey, Franco, what the hell? You look like you’ve just been punched in the gut.”

“That’s her,” Franco sputtered. “That’s the woman who fucked everything up that night. The woman who saved his ass. Phoebe Beaumont. That’s her name.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me!”

“We tracked her to a condo complex and went in but she’d gone. She’s a fucking nurse. Why would Fred Beaumont’s daughter be a nurse? It has to be a different Phoebe Beaumont.”

“I can’t believe I’m hearing this,” Manny muttered shaking his head. “It’s definitely her. Donovan introduced us.”

“Where’s that waiter, I need another drink,” Franco grunted. “In fact I need the whole fucking bottle. Damn! I just realized something.”

“What’s that?” Manny asked, gesturing to a waiter.

“The guys, they went through her place and tore it up pretty good trying to find where she might have gone. There was nothing, but—”

“Fuck, Franco! You’d better hope she doesn’t know it was you.”

“But Donovan Blake…he would have known right away.”

“Has she seen it?”

“No, we have spyware in place to alert us the minute anyone goes in there, and a live cam will be triggered once they do.”

“You’d better get a clean up crew over there, and I mean right now. Then get on your knees and thank God you didn’t catch her.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Franco grumbled. “Boris is shot in a busy restaurant, the girl who showed up in the middle of the night to save Donovan Blake is Fred Beaumont’s daughter, and they’re both in this house! What’s next?”

“That’s a very good question,” Manny muttered as the server walked up and Franco seized another glass. “But we have to pick this up later. I don’t like how that wannabe actor is leering at Candy.”

Downing the drink and snatching up another, Franco seethed as Manny marched across the room to join Candace and the handsome young man. Then, to his shock, Donovan and the Beaumont girl entered through another door.

Franco was usually a decisive, confident man and knew how to handle difficult situations, but seeing Manny greet Donovan and the gorgeous heiress was the last straw. As he hastily left the room and entered another, he spotted two scantily dressed young women standing at a bar. The invitation had said, Harem Girls Available.

“Are you two part of the harem?” he asked, marching up to them.

“We sure are,” one of them replied. “I’m Serena and this is Kate.”

“How much do you charge to keep a guy company for a while?”

“That’s already been taken care of by Mr. Trubello, but tips are always welcome.”

“I’m all yours, and I’m a big tipper. Just get me the fuck out of here.”

As the girls moved to either side of him and looped their arms through his, Franco let out a relieved sigh. He desperately needed the diversion.

But walking away he experienced a moment of clarity.

He wasn’t sure how, but before he left the MCT mansion Manny would be joining Boris in Hell.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Donovan and Phoebe decided to explore the grand mansion but continued to be met with a series of red velvet ropes blocking staircases and hallways manned by security guards. Though the party had rooms offering entertainment, bars, dancing and dining, Manny had blocked off most of his home.

“I can’t say I blame him,” Donovan remarked as they approached the entrance of a roped off passage. “I wouldn’t want people wandering around my house either.”

“I don’t think you have to worry about that where you live, except for maybe the odd animal or two.”

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