Page 27 of Rosabel and the Billionaire Beast

“It doesn’t make sense that he’d keep targeting us for some stupid pact that we dissolved,” I said.

“But he’s still hung up on it,” Maddox said. “You should have heard him freak out about it at Wonderland. About how I broke it to marry someone besides Scarlet.”

“Maybe it’s both,” I suggested. “Do you know anything about Wolf Industries, Grey?” I asked.

“No,” he said, shaking his head on the screen. “I’ve never heard of it.”

“Maybe we let the search die for now,” Hawk suggested. “Sounds like we’ll have to return to targeting Ulrich before he makes a move again.”

“Assuming we can find where he’s hiding,” I said.

Honestly, the idea boiled inside of me. Didn’t this loser have anything better to do? Was he really this obsessed? Who did he hire to break him out?

“Do you think that’s why he’s broken out?” Adrian asked. “To keep targeting us?”

“Why else?” Hawk said.

“I don’t like it.” River’s face popped onto the screen for the first time since we’d started the call. “He’s already gone after all y’all. I doubt he’ll double back.”

Something hard fisted in my gut. River was right. For some reason, I doubted, if Ulrich was going to keep targeting us, that he’d come after Adrian, Hawk, or Maddox again. No—he would be moving forward.

And if I had to guess, I’d say he was after me next. After her.

I know how you feel about her.

“I’m out of here,” I said, rising so quickly my chair hit the desk.

“Don’t read too much into it until we know more—” Adrian began, but I left the call.

I didn’t want to hear anymore. I bolted out of my home office, ignoring Nicole’s kind voice telling me to come and eat. I’d apologize to her later. Right now, I had to get to Rosabel’s.

Fear stopped me as I stepped into my garage, inhaled the scent of fuel, and approached my silver Bugatti. There was a reason—a massive, unignorable reason I should just let her go. Taped to the window of my car was another note.

It’s not over yet.

My vision tunneled. The sight of that little piece of paper zeroed in. It was like someone had poured acid into my veins—they burned. My blood resisted the restraint of my body and demanded action—and I got the urge to hit something.

Shaking, I peered around the garage. Who had done this? How had they gotten into my garage?

No one was in sight, but that didn’t mean they weren’t out there somewhere.

“It’s over when I say it is,” I said, taking the note and crumpling it in my hand.

No one responded.

Like a madman, I stormed to the door and shouted out to the empty street.

“It’s over when I say it is!”

A skulking cat paused in the twilight, and nearby, several birds took flight. Again, there was no human response.

I wasn’t sure if Ulrich was still out there, watching me, but right now, I wasn’t worried about me.

Moving with charged energy, I climbed behind the wheel. My mind raced. Ulrich should be behind bars, but he’d escaped—and his first order of business was to send me threatening notes?

Why would he possibly be sending this now? Why did he carethis muchabout a stupid contract I’d signed back in college? It had to be about the money.

I sat behind the wheel for several minutes, remembering the last note I’d found just like this one. It had been slipped into the mail slot in my office and had displayed a single warning:

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