Page 67 of Possession

My brother will be the one to deliver his punishment when he finally gets his girl.

Owen was taken away on a business trip, so the search for Ellie took a backseat, and I was handed over to a colleague of his. Something tells me it was more personal than business.

Sitting in the office of Oscar O’Connell, I roll my head from side to side. “What the fuck do you want, O’Connell?” I narrow my dark eyes at Oscar, Bren’s younger brother. He’s a tech whizz who has close dealings with Owen, and it’s this knowledge that has me wondering if I have in fact sold my soul, agreeing to deal with Owen to begin with.

Shaking my head, I banish the thought.

Doesn’t matter, I’d sell it all for her.

His lips twitch, but other than that, he sits stoically still. “Velvet.”

I reel back in my chair. My father’s first club, gifted to him from his father, then gifted to me. I move to shake my head, but he holds up his hand. Anger flares through me at a lightning speed at his disrespect, and my fingers twitch to pull my gun and end this meeting now.

“I found her.”

Three words knife through me, cutting into my heavy heart, yet spurring it back to life. “What?”

“I found her,” he repeats, slower this time.

Thud.

My heart beats louder.

Thud.

I lick my dry lips.

Thud.

“Where?”

He shakes his head. “Velvet.” The little bastard is building an empire. It wouldn’t surprise me if he didn’t know where she was all this goddamn time and saved it up, reveling in my self-destruction along the way. No doubt waiting for me to become desperate. So desperate I’ll sign over one of our most notorious and profitable clubs.

Sweat gathers on my forehead, and the thud of my heart rings out in my ears as I tug on my hair. “Fuck’s sake!” I slam my fist on the table, yet the prick doesn’t even flinch as I bare my teeth like a rabid dog.

She’s within reach. So close, yet so far.

“Is that a yes?” He raises an eyebrow at me, and I’ve never felt so fucking ferocious, so cornered in my entire life.

I slump back in my chair. “I’d need to get the papers drawn up.” My mind races with how fast I can achieve this.

“Already done.” The devious smile on his face looks out of place and downright creepy.

“Of course you have,” I grunt as he grabs a folder from out of his drawer and lays the paperwork out on the desk. “And don’t fucking smile at me like that. It’s creepy as fuck.”

Then, feeling like I have no other choice, I grab the pen pushed into my hand, skim read the terms, and sign our forefather’s club over to the gloating prick, pushing the papers back abruptly in his direction.

“Where is she?” I push back in my chair, looking toward his smug face.

He sits back, taking his sweet ass time before he finally meets my eyes, his expression now serious, and I know I won’t like whatever it is that spills from his lips before he even says it.

“Amber’s.”

White noise plays out in my head as I stride toward the door. Knowing my girl is working in a strip club has fury like no other ravishing through me, and to know it’s one owned by the O’Connell’s, confirms the sons of bitches knew where she was the entire time.

I’m coming, Little Doll, and when I do, I’m going to break you so much, there’s no putting you back together.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

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