Page 80 of A Billionaire's Holiday Love

“You sick motherfucker,” Noah roared.

“Hope, talk to me.”

My heart sank. “Noah, I’m here.”

“Baby, I’m coming for you.”

“There’s a bomb in your pocket,” I yelled.

Barker bared his teeth and snatched the phone out of my hand. He threw it against the dashboard. The screen shattered.

“You stupid bitch.” He grabbed my hair and slammed my head against the window.”

My ears rung and my head throbbed. I gripped my head in an effort to stop the shooting pain.

Before I knew what happened. Barker yanked me out of the truck. My body hit the snow like a bag of bricks.

Grabbing my hair, he dragged me to the backyard.

“Please stop. This will only end in a blood bath.”

I reached for my Glock. Barker stomped my hand.

“Ah,” I yelped. My fingers vibrated and throbbed.

“On your feet, you spunky little bitch.”

I limped to a standing position. He wrapped his arm around my neck, shoving the Glock against my head.

“Barker, I’m here.” His wide green eyes came into view.

Noah ran toward us, arms raised.

“Get back, Canyon.” He pointed the gun at Noah, then jammed it against my skull.

I winced.

“I’ll give you what you want. I’ll tell the world I stole your recipe.”

“Noah, don’t,” I shouted.

NOAH

BARKER LAUGHED. “Iwas right. You’d do anything for her.”

He held his arm firm around her neck.

I had to play it cool. There was no way I’d let this bastard harm my woman more than he already did.

The side of her face was swollen because of me.

“Canyon, three years in a row, my parents took us for a family vacation in Aspen. I wasn’t the best skier, so I took lessons. The second year my skills had improved. I took the slopes by storm. My orange ski goggles kept my identity hidden. You got up in arms because I pushed a few kids down the slopes. You yelled these are my slopes. Don’t let me catch you here again. I was sixteen the last time I returned. I was with my girlfriend.”

Fuck. Blood coursed through my veins. This was revenge for shit that happened when we were kids.

Grudge holding bastard.

“Do you remember that day, Canyon?”

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