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“I’ll have to marry him. And Tate will marry Marisa. They will run their grandfathers’ company together.” I ran my hands tightly over my long hair.

“So, their grandfather was behind Mason’s fake death.”

“Matt, it sounds that way. Tate said his grandfather was pressuring him to graduate from high school, enroll in college in London, then run his empire. Tate went there to tell him he planned to follow his passion and play football.” My hands shook.

“I have to find Tate. Rocco, I need your help to find him.” I paced the floor.

“He said we were moving to London after Christmas. I imagine we’re getting married there. In the meantime, we need to gain as much information as we can. I’ll need you guys to hop on a jet and fly to London. You two will have to look for Tate. Get him out of there before I tie the knot.”

“You know I have your back, Doll.” He pulled me into his arms.

“I’m up for an adventure.”

I peeked at Rocco. “This is a dangerous adventure. If you can’t help, now is the time to back out. I could hire a professional hacker to find Tate.”

His brows wrinkled. “You just insulted me. I am the best.”

I stepped away and looped my arms around Rocco’s neck. “I know you are. We better get back to class.” I took a step back.

They nodded.

“Please treat Mason like you would Tate. He can’t even have an inkling of what we are up to.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Matt’s sinister eyes held mine.

“Matt, I know this is upsetting. But I know we can find Tate together.”

“He makes me want to kill him again.”

“Matt, you and me both.”

I peeked at Rocco. “Can you create a student file for Sabrina Reuther’s? That way I can contact you both from that email undetected.”

“You know I can.” He winked.

A warm smile lit my lips. “I know.”

CHAPTER THREE

My cheeks brightened as I listened to Carson’s and Emma’s banter over who was the best at the video game they played.

“I am more than willing to step in and ruin both of your scores.”

Emma jumped on the sofa, tickling my belly. “You will be a good big sister and teach us all you know.”

Carson’s gray eyes lit up. He hopped on the sofa. They double teamed me. I couldn’t stop laughing. Spending time with them kept my thoughts off my ordeal.

“Chelsea, you have company,” Nina yelled from the atrium.

“Hey guys.” Tate opened his arms as he stepped into the family room.

“Tate.” Carson and Emma bounced into his arms.

My happy state was short lived.

“Hey, Chelse.”

“Tate, I thought you’d be hanging with the guys.” My fake grin was in place.

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