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“He knows she’s with me, but I didn’t tell him about the Megan mess. He’s ready to make his move out of Kassel. This would give him a reason to go after Komisky, and I’m not giving it to him. The sooner he gets out of town and away from these archaic families, the better.”

“Good. Those old men can figure out their own shit.” Ash nodded.

“William,” Daniella snapped. “Please. Just tell me where Megan is, and I’ll go. I’ll be careful.”

William studied her with a tense jaw and narrowed eyes. “No fucking way. I can’t chance it. You could get hurt.” He pointed at her.

“I won’t.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I won’t get hurt. I swear it.”

He scoffed, “You can’t promise stuff like that. You promised Komiksy you’d find Megan or get his money, knowing you couldn’t do either, and look where you ended up. No. No more empty promises.”

“William. Tell me where she is.” Daniella made fists. She wasn’t giving up. She would have Megan home safe by the end of the night.

“Daniella. Maybe give us a minute, okay?” Peter’s voice danced between the heated glares Daniella exchanged with William. He looked torn. Would he punish her now, or wait until they got home?

“I want—”

“Yeah, I know. Let us talk with him. Just wait outside a second. Cool off,” Peter urged.

“I’d listen if I were you,” William said, each word a warning.

“Fine,” she snapped, whirled around, and headed for the door. “You boys talk.”

She slammed the door behind her as she stepped into the hallway. They could have a nice long chat. But she wouldn’t just sit around waiting for them to decide what needed to happen. She didn’t live in their world. It was a temporary situation, her being with William. This didn’t concern them, anyway. Why would they even care about this mess?

Eventually, William would tire of her the same way everyone else had. So, staying or leaving now wouldn’t matter. In the big picture, she’d lost him either way.

Rushing down the front steps of the house, she waved down one of the cars idling in the drive.

“Can you take me to Mr. Komisky’s house?” she asked the driver through passenger window.

“I’m not a cab—”

“William Grimm needs me to get a message to Mr. Komisky. He’ll pay you double whatever your normal rate is.” It had to work. She had no other way to get into the city, and William could realize she wasn’t inside any second now.

“Yeah, fine. Get in.” He sighed, annoyed but at least cooperative as he unlocked the back door.

She climbed in and slammed the door. “His house, I think. Do you know where it is?” She realized she knew nothing. No idea where she was going.

“Yeah. I’ve been there.” He put the car into drive and pulled out of line, taking them away from the house.

Away from William.

Chapter 11

“When I find her…” William’s threat died on his tongue. What would he do? Whip her? Tie her to the bed to be sure she never ran off again? Or would he hold her so fucking tight with relief that she was safe, she’d suffocate?

“We’ll find her, don’t worry,” Tommy assured him as he climbed into the driver’s side of the car. “I got a tip on who took her.”

“Who?”

“A car service. Apparently, she jumped in his car.” Tommy shifted the car into drive and peeled away from Ash’s house. Peter had offered to join them, but William had declined. The fewer sons of the family heads involved, the better.

“How the fuck do you get information so quickly?” William pulled his gun from the glove box and settled it on his lap.

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