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“Yeah? How so?”

“Because they’re not supposed to be here.”

I narrow my gaze at him. “Do they have another home?”

“Well yeah, Mr. Davis is extremely rich. Like more money than you and I would ever see in a lifetime, and he makes that in a day.” That just irks me. He makes it sound like the fucker being rich means something. It doesn’t. I can take him out just as easy as I could a poor man. We all bleed fucking red.

I pretend to act relieved. “So good. They’re at one of his other homes.”

He shakes his head. “Nah, they left on an airplane. No one knows where.”

“What?”

Templeton’s eyebrows rise. “I mean, we’re security. We need to be aware of these things, told where they’re going and when they’re coming back, right? So we can make sure they’re safe?”

“Mr. Davis planned something big. A bunch of escalades went to four different airports. Not sure which one they were in or where they went. I was told by Mr. Jack Porter, his personal guard, that they’d be gone for an indeterminate amount of time and to focus our protection on the charges you see on the screen.” He points a fat finger at Gillian’s bitches.

“Seriously? No one knows where they went?” I’m certain my entire body is about to light up in flames. Anger burns like acid in my gut, and I’m ready to strike, charge out of here, and kill one of her stupid bitches in retaliation.

“Yeah. It’s a good idea if you ask me. Scoop that pretty little thing up and get her out of the country. Makes sense right? He’s rich enough, and that guy did a number on her. Poor thing is completely scared all the time. Haven’t seen her once without Mr. Davis locked to her side. Word is, she freaks out when he’s out of the room. Probably took her away to make her feel safe.”

I suck in a harsh breath and grind my teeth then stare at the monitors. He clasps a hand on to my shoulder and squeezes it. “Like that you’re paying such close attention though, Elliot. You’re a great man to have on the job.” He praises me but it doesn’t sink in. Nothing does. All I can think about is that he has her somewhere far away. Fuck, I should have stayed on yesterday after my shift, found a place to hide out. Had I not gone home to get a bit of shuteye, I’d know where they are. And now, they could be anywhere in the world. With his money, fuck, he could have her on a tiny island off of Asia or Australia. Half way around the world. That’s how far I plan on taking her. Though I think the tip of Canada to start with, until we get settled as a couple.

“Elliot, I’m going to make my rounds, feel free to stay here, watch our charges.”

I nod and wait until I hear the door close to grip the chair in front of the wall of monitors and squeeze with all my might. Fuck…think Daniel, think. How the fuck am I going to get her home? I look at the blond-haired little girl being lifted and then dunked into the indoor pool. The pregnant one in a bikini. Gotta admit, her body, even with that giant fucking bump with Philip’s bastard child in it looks mighty fine. I’d fuck her for sure. My dick hardens. It would be best to fuck her while Phillip was tied up, bleeding from multiple stab wounds. I’d protect the girl though. She deserves fucking better than him.

Next, I see the Italian cunt and her hippie bitch sitting in one of the lounges. One is talking adamantly to the other, swinging her hands around. They both have a glass of wine in their hands and are smiling at one another. How I’d like to rip those smug smiles off their pretty fucking faces…with my knife. I could scratch all kinds of words into their skin, watch it spill out and smear over their features. Again, my dick gets painfully hard. It’s time to release this pent up need inside, and it’s not one that will be taken away by sticking my cock in a whore. No, it’s been too long since I’ve seen blood flowing from a warm body. Then, it comes to me like a winning, million-dollar lottery ticket.

The bitches. Easiest way to get my princess back on terra firma is to take out her bitches. The stupid cunts she calls her soul sisters. Whatever the fuck that means. No guy knows. It’s made up shit women come up with to give certain women higher status than the others in their lives. At this point though, it works in my favor.

I touch the screen that feeds the live images of Kat and Maria. It’s going to be too easy. They both work at the same place. A very old building. One I’ve already scoped out. The time is now. The next day they are both together, it’s going down…and the place is going up in flames.

Gillian

When I wake up, I’m surrounded by warmth. Every inch of my body is pressed up against Chase’s. He’s holding me close, even deep in sleep. We arrived last night. The countryside was pitch black and the limo had darkened windows making it impossible to see anything, so I didn’t bother. Instead, I fell asleep with my head in Chase’s lap while he stroked my hair. It was lovely. At some point, we arrived at our destination, and I woke in Chase’s arms as he carried me up a flight of stairs before laying me down on the softest bed. Reminded me of our bed at the penthouse back home. Our real home. Not the Davis Estate.

Slipping from Chase’s arms I sit up. The room is vast and charming, cottage-like, with a cathedral ceiling, exposed wooden beams and plush furniture. Large, wooden dressers line the walls with high back chairs facing a fireplace. Even though it looks a bit rustic, I can definitely see the hints of luxury. I expect nothing less from my overspender. Moving out of the bed, I see the bathroom. It’s smaller than what we have back home, but so is the bedroom. However, it does have a wonderfully, large, claw foot tub that definitely can fit two. It’s the biggest bathtub I’ve ever seen; I can’t wait to enjoy it with my man. The shower looks like it was right out of nature. It’s one-hundred percent made of rocks, giant boulder looking things that give off the scent of the Earth. I find the toilet and take care of business, wash my hands and exit on bare feet. I’m in Chase’s t-shirt, and it smells deliciously like him and me.

On quiet feet, I pad over to the French doors and open them wide. That’s when my breath leaves my body in a whoosh. “Oh my God,” I whisper still clutching the handles of the door. A warmth hits my back and two arms wrap around my body. Chase presses the length of himself against me then kisses my neck.

“Beautiful isn’t it?”

I look in wonder, complete and utter awe of the luscious, rolling, green hills that drop off to a cliff where the ocean sits beyond. “Beautiful doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

“I’m glad you like your present.”

“What do you mean my present?” I press into him, wanting to look into his eyes but not capable of letting go of this view just yet. It’s too much, too incredible to not give the entirety of my attention to it.

I can feel Chase grin against my neck as he holds me. “I bought you this house. All that land you see, all the way to those cliffs is ours. Once your name is Mrs. Davis, you will get a copy of the deed.”

“Chase,” I gasp. He has given me a home and land as a present. “It’s too much; Jesus look at it. No one should own this. It’s God’s country. It’s God’s gift to the world.”

He shakes his head against my neck. “Nope, it’s my gift to you. And you will gift it to our children one day. Then maybe, our daughter or son will come here for their honeymoon and look out at this and dream of the children they’re going to leave it to. Then the Davis name, our legacy my love, will carry on through them. To infinity,” he says while rubbing that very symbol into the soft fabric of his shirt at my rib, just under the fullness of my breast, below my heart. Figure eights, over and over again. He paints such a beautiful image I want to have it with me always, and I get an idea. One I cannot tell him about. For it will be my gift to him on our wedding night. The wheels are turning in my mind as I stare out on the most stunning view I’ve ever seen.

“I love how you see our future,” I share with him while bringing his hand up to my lips and kissing it slowly.

“What do you want to do today, baby?” he asks clasping his hands around my hips and lifting the shirt up incrementally.

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