Page 114 of Yours for the Taking (Falling For A Rose)

With the money he looked to gain, Carla would be okay with staying by his side if she ever found out he was in bed with other women. A part of him wanted to be up front with her and let Carla know his intentions. Then, there would be no need for pretense. But Lennox had to warm her up first.

Unfortunately, Carla was giving him a hard time while he was trying to get them on the same accord.

Then, when she ultimately decided to cut ties with him for Jacob Alexander Rose, Lennox had to move fast to keep her in his crosshairs.

Now, she was pissing him off. If Carla wouldn’t cooperate, he would ruin her life, then find another woman to manipulate.

Exiting the campaign office where he spent most days making plans for his desirable future, Lennox flipped the collar to his coat upward and took his eyes up and down the street.

It was time to call it a day, but thoughts of stopping by Carla’s on his way home taunted him the more he waited for his car service.

“Where the hell is the limo?” he growled, irritated.

As if sailing on a cloud, the limousine cruised through the fog to a stop in front of Lennox.

He waited a moment more, then when realizing the chauffeur wasn’t exiting to open his door, he yanked the back door open in frustration and slid inside with a curse on his tongue.

“Whose piece-of-shit car service would—what the fuck?!”

His eyes widened at the man sitting across the seat, dressed in all black—suit pants, a trench coat, and cufflinks could be seen at the wrists of his button-down shirt.

“Usually, when I dress to impress, it’s to remind myself what a fuckin’ gentleman I am,” Jacob said. He took out a cigar and twirled it around his fingers. “And I only smoke when I have something to celebrate.” He tucked the cigar in his inside pocket. “I also have prided myself in being slow to anger.”

Jacob’s gaze lowered, now shooting daggers at Lennox.

“But, because you deserve everything you’re about to receive, I’ll let you experience my madness this time. Lucky you.”

“Get the fuck out of my limousine,” Lennox spat.

Moving quickly, Jacob’s fist connected with Lennox’s face with such power that Lennox’s head smashed into the window, cracking the glass.

Grabbing his collar, Jacob slammed another fist in his face, cracking his nose where blood spilled and ran down into Lennox’s mouth.

“Arrrrgh!” Lennox screamed.

He attempted to cover his face when Jacob punched him again, snatched Lennox’s hands away from his nose, and struck him back-to-back. Jacob grabbed Lennox off the seat by his collar as the limo pulled away from the curb, and Lennox was so dizzy he couldn’t defend himself from the three images of Jacob bouncing in front of him.

“You see, I had no plans on talking to your bitch-ass about anything.” Jacob slammed his fist in Lennox’s face again, and Lennox howled in pain.

“But I wanted you to see me coming. Never would I let a man say I sucker-punched him.” Jacob punched him repeatedly, then tossed him across the seat, causing the limo to bounce as the driver drove at average speed down the road.

“I believe you must have a death wish, Mr. Jenkins.”

Jacob threw a heavy double-fisted combo in Lennox’s ribs, making the man cower in a fetal position and bawl in agony.

“You dare to drug my fiancée, blackmail her, and think for the slightest minute you’ll get away with it?” Jacob snarled, beating Lennox in his face, his head, his chest, his ribs. Bracing himself on his hands, he kicked him, stomped him with the same ferocity as if he were standing over him.

Blood spluttered from Lennox’s nose, his mouth, his face swelling almost immediately from the beat-down his body endured.

The limo cruised into an alley, and the partition slid down as Jacob went mad on the man, punches, kicks, again and again.

“Rose.”

Pausing with his fist mid-air, insanity written on his face in the way his features were twisted, Jacob glanced to the front seat where Jonas was eyeing him through the rearview mirror.

“Finish it.”

Nostrils flaring, Jacob punched him again.

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