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“What about the Townsends?” Cole asked. “Damian’s parents were aboard the plane when it crashed.”

“The Townsends would have inherited the shares in the company. But Fitzgerald didn’t like them. He thought they weren’t good enough to be Founders.”

Cole grabbed my hand and pulled me into his chest. “Grace could be his next target.”

“We can’t leave,” I pointed out. “It will only make my grandfather more suspicious.”

“You need to come with me,” my father insisted. “I can keep you safe until we deal with Fitzgerald.”

“No one will go against him without proof,” Cole said.

My father handed me a flash drive. “I have evidence of his crimes.”

I handed the drive to Cole, and he tucked it into his pocket. After a brief conversation, we exchanged phone numbers, promising to make contact after we read the drive’s contents.

My dad bent down to hug me, wrapping me in his strong embrace as he kissed my head. “I will be watching you, kisa. We’ll never be apart after Fitzgerald is dead.”

Then he disappeared into the darkness with his friend.

Chapter Fifty-Three

COLE

After we entered the house, I handed Drake the flash drive and found another hiding spot for Grace and me. Rhys was looking for his bride, but I didn’t give a single fuck. He could look all he wanted because she was mine.

“This way.” Grace tugged on my hand and guided me into a dark room. “My grandfather never lets anyone in this part of the house. He never even let me come in here.”

We stepped inside a movie theater with enough seating for a hundred guests. It was much larger than the theater we had at Fort Marshall.

The second we were alone, I kissed Grace, capturing her moans. I pushed down the front of her dress and kissed her neck and breasts. Her body quivered with each flick of my tongue on her nipples. The pink buds hardened as I licked, sucked, and nibbled them.

Knowing she was forbidden made me feral. I liked that while Rhys was searching for his wife, I made her scream.

Sweet revenge.

Grace moaned so loud my cock jerked. I pulled my boxers down with one hand and gave my dick a quick stroke. I wanted to take my time and devour every inch of her flawless body, but I couldn’t think straight when she made those sexy fucking sounds.

I lowered her onto the leather couch in the front row and hiked up her dress. At least she wasn’t still wearing the white gown with a long train. I could have gotten lost under that thing.

Dropping to my knees, I left a trail of kisses down her stomach and spread her legs wider. Each sound of pleasure made my dick so hard that it was agony not being inside her.

She rocked her hips into my mouth, twisting her fingers through my hair. A soft purr escaped her mouth as I licked her clit, her juices dripping onto the chair.

I knew Fitzy would be pissed. So I licked her until she leaked all over the fabric.

“Cole, please.” She ran her fingers through my hair. “Fuck me. We don’t have a lot of time.”

We were going for a marathon tonight. I wanted to fuck the bride as many times as I could while her husband wondered where she was and what she was doing. And I couldn’t wait to see Rhys’s face when we entered the ballroom together, her lipstick all messed up, her hair looking like she’d been freshly fucked.

I took my time, careful not to fill her right away, lifting her leg over my shoulder as her body relaxed, sliding deeper inside her. With her legs draped over my shoulders, I pounded into her, and Grace’s grip on my dick tightened as she screamed my name.

After we both came, my cell phone rang.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “I have to get this.”

“Answer it,” she said with a sexy smile. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Still inside her, I raised the phone to my ear. “What’s up?”

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