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I let out a slow breath and then try to call Chase as I walk out. It goes right to voicemail. Huh. He said he was working late and to have Jack take me to the Davis Estate, but that’s the last thing I want to do. I could surprise him at work.

Leaning against the waiting room chair I can see Jack speaking to one of the other guards. He clocks me and dips his chin making it obvious that he’s aware of me and will join me shortly. I can’t wait until I can walk around without a shadow. Though now that I’m pregnant, and we’re not only dealing with a psycho, but also dealing with the paparazzi on a regular basis, the odds of me walking free are slim to none.

Pressing some buttons, I wait for the ring.

“Davis Industries, Dana Shepherd speaking.” Dana answers Chase’s private line at his office. I narrow my gaze and look at the clock. It’s after six.

“Hi Dana, it’s Gigi. I know Chase is going to be late…” I start but she cuts me off.

“Gillian, why aren’t you at the tower?”

Tower? “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

Chapter Nineteen

Daniel

It’slike watching a mouse in a maze, tracking them as they take in the murals of the Tower. It’s easy to stay just out of view. Every moment that goes by, I want to storm over, blast his brains all over the shit they call art, hike Gillian over my shoulder, and take her away.

Seeing him touch her, hold her close has the rage within simmering, buzzing just under the surface of my skin. I don’t even attempt to calm down. No, I need this monster inside me to come out, to show Chase Fucking Davis exactly who’s in charge, and who’s going to leave here with the girl. My princess. She’s always been that way since the moment I saw her at the gym that first time. Her pale skin was glistening like a shining star, her bright hair a halo around her pretty face. I knew that day, close to two years ago, she was the woman for me. Then I found out about her history, about how a man beat her and that was it. She had to be protected, cherished like the princess she is.

Only now, she’s lost that status. No, the second she laid with the rich fucker, debased herself like a dirty whore, she lost a bit of herself. I’m going to bring it back. Even if I have to break her down first, she will eventually come back to the perfect woman I know her to be.

Over the next hour, they hold hands, touch, making their way up to the top of the tower where it will all end. I can taste how good revenge will be when I lock my pistol right in between the eyes of the man who dirtied up my girl and planted his seeds in her. A sort of cooling calm slides all over me from head to toe, easing the tension, the anticipation. Everywhere except for my hardening cock. Thinking about taking him out, that rich fucker leaving this world, makes me hard as granite. Maybe once I’ve killed Chase, I’ll take her up against the wall. Yeah, that will be memorable. The first time I get my princess back, I’ll stake my claim. Spill my cum all over her muddy cunt.

Leaving them at the last level, I snake my way through the inner workings of the tower to where I need to be on top. Before I find my spot, I hear the sound of heavy feet coming up the stairs. I look out the windows but don’t see any cops. I do see one, blacked-out SUV. Mother fucking Jack Porter. I wonder where he is. I hold back a groan, stand firm in my position just around the edge of one of the turns in the stairs, and wait for his ass to appear. The second I see the giant, black block of man that is Jack Porter, I swing my gun directly into his face. He falls back a few steps, grasping for the wall. I use that opportunity to lift my leg and kick the fucker hard. His arms flail and his powerful form falls down the stairs, rolling, rolling, rolling until it finally stops at one of the flat landings.

I wait several breaths to see if he moves. Nothing. I hope he broke his fucking neck. Stupid dick. Walking back up to my spot, I leave Jack the giant jock and hold my position off to the side. Quietly as possible, I remove the safety off my gun the moment I see them trail up the other side of the stairs, hand in hand like two, love sick teenagers. Chase brings Gillian over to one of the sides. The entire tower is surrounded by open windows built into the stone. Her hair blows as the wind stream through. Fuck she’s beautiful. I could cut a god-damned diamond with my dick looking at her like that. My girl is perfectly at ease, looking out the window, not a care in the world.

It changes the moment the prick puts his lips all over her neck. She returns the gesture rubbing all over him like a slutty call girl in heat. My hand clenches around the gun weighing down my arm. The burn I sustained when I killed my parents left a scar, and that fucker still itches. It always does when it’s time to right an injustice. Like blowing up that gym, taking out the yoga cunt, killing Chase’s mother. That was the sweetest day of my fucking life. Seeing Gillian in her wedding dress, standing there, her mouth open in a silent scream as the blood poured down the chest of old-hag Davis. I knew in that moment that she was proud of what I’d done. Once again, I proved I could protect her. Even from a nasty, old woman who couldn’t shut her fucking mouth. Thought she had the right to throw barbs and daggers at my girl. Well, I made sure she could never say a filthy, fucking word again. And I know, I know deep down inside Gillian was relieved, happy I’d taken action in her honor and I always will. Just like tonight when I rid the world of one, less snobby, rich prick who thinks he can steal my girl away with his money, fancy houses, limos, and jet planes. He can’t, because ultimately, my gun and I are going to have the last word.

I take my time, watch a few more seconds as he leads her over to the table, pours her a glass of champagne and says something stupid about their future. Then she leans forward, my girl fucking leaned toward him! Holding the gun supremely tight, I find my way out of the shadows as Chase pulls Gillian flat against his chest and kisses my woman. Fuck! The time is now.

Gillian

“I just assumed you and Chase would arrive together, but you’re seriously late!” Dana offers. She blows out a long frustrated breath into the receiver.

“Dana, hold on. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve been at the hospital all day with Kat.”

“I get that. What I don’t get is why you aren’t at the Coit Tower with Chase? He’s planned this incredibly romantic dinner for the two of you.” Her voice comes across panicked, and I can’t for the life of me understand why.

None of this makes any sense. “Okay. And when did he plan this?”

“Days ago. It was supposed to be a celebration. Congratulations by the way on getting married and the baby!” she squeals into the phone.

Bastard! He told his assistant, but I can’t tell my best friends. He is going to be in so much trouble when I get my hands on him. “Thank you, Dana. We’re very excited about the twins.”

“Twins!” she screams into the phone, and I have to wait until she calms down.

“Dana, where’s Chase now?”

As if she’s run out of breath she says. “He’s at the Tower. I sent a car with one of the other bodyguards. The entire thing is set up for dinner, so you better get down there fast.”

“I don’t understand. He sent me a text saying he had something to do late tonight, and he’d see me back at the Davis Estate?”

Dana goes dead silent. “Why would he lie?”

Then it hits me. All the whispered conversations he’s had before bed, off to the side of the hall at the hospital, first thing when he wakes up. I know he’s been working with Thomas and Agent Brennen and Jack, but honestly would he put himself at risk?

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