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Marisa exited the stall and sighed. “What the fuck do you want?”

A wide grin stretched across my face. “Marisa, don’t be bitter. I came to give you a personal invitation to my Christmas wedding.” I placed the card in her hand at thesame time flashing the ten-carat engagement ring in her line of sight.

Her nostrils flared and her gray eyes narrowed. She reluctantly snatched the invitation from my hand.

“Is that all, bitch?”

I closed the space between us. “We wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you. You didn’t have to serve me and Tate up to Mason. I bet you regret you ever went along with his destructive plan. Looks like I’ll be barefoot and pregnant in a few months with his heir.”

She motioned her hand toward my face. I caught her wrist. “You only have yourself to blame.”

I twirled and clanked out of the restroom in my kitten heels. The door slammed behind me. A blood-curdling scream penetrated the thick wooden door. A devilish smile curled my lips. My work was done.

CHAPTER EIGHT

“Are we ready?” I paced. “I mean, really ready?”

I glanced between Matt and Rocco.

“We are,” Rocco reassured.

“Let’s go over the plan one more time.” I smoothed my hand over my dark ponytail.

The wedding was upon us. There was no way I could marry Mason. We had to find Tate.

Matt and I peered over Rocco’s shoulder at the laptop screen. The boiler room was creepy and drafty, but the best place to discuss our plans.

“Matt, I will freeze the cameras. You have less than a minute to enter the basement.” He pointed at the screen. “Remember to follow the long hallway and make a right. Keep walking until you find the underground dungeon.”

Matt slipped his fingers through his blond locks. “I got this. And why again will my guns have blanks instead of bullets?”

“We’ll be in a foreign country. The last thing you want is to be tried for murder there.”

His lips protruded. “Good point.”

“The earbuds are a must to communicate with each other.”

“Agreed.” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Matt, I’ll cut the power the moment you and Tate exit the basement.”

“Yup, I got it handled.”

“Rocco, thank your father again for calling in that favor. Without the original plans of the hidden underground, we may have never found Tate.”

“Chelsea, I will thank him. All right, see you two next week.” Rocco smiled.

I hugged both of them. “Thank you, guys for being my knight and shining armor.”

“Doll, there’s no way we’d stand by and allow this shit show to continue.”

I smiled as I stepped back. “Let’s bury those bastards.”

∞

“How do you feel?” Worry laced his words to my surprise.

One eye popped open. “Just fine, Tate,” I whispered.

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