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“So good, Chelsea,” I grunted.

“Anyone who attempts to come between us again, I’ll make an example out of them.”

She slipped her wet hair behind her ear. “That’s what I love to hear.”

I placed Chelsea on her feet. Her face immediately fell against my chest. “Do we have to leave this room?”

“Yes. I need to help my dad clean up the mess at the Forrester estate. We need to distinguish what we can salvage of the company.”

“I’m staying with you.”

“You shouldn’t spend your Christmas vacation cleaning up my families bullshit.”

“I will not leave here without you. Period,” she growled. Terror filled her blue eyes. “Don’t make me go. Do you have any idea how strong I’ve been during the course of the catastrophic events? I organized the meet ups with Matt and Rocco to rescue you. And I haven’t cut myself one time. Despite how badly I wanted to.” Chelsea gripped her arm.

I placed my hand over hers. “Sweetheart, I am so proud of you. You’ve come so far. You stood up against Mason and my grandfather even if that decision was dangerous. I’d love to have you right here by my side.”

She exhaled. Her shoulders relaxed and her starry-eyed gaze held mine. “We’ll get through this together, Tate.”

“We sure will, Chelsea.”

CHAPTER TEN

CHELSEA

Bursting through the door I gaped, staring at Douglas’s dead body on the floor.

Matt and Tate exchanged words, then Tate told me what happened.

Matt and I spoke briefly corroborating our stories. I suppose that was what he and Tate were doing when I walked into the room.

Dad escorted the police inside the office.

Matt and I were later questioned by the British police. Me and Matt had agreed to skirt around what happened to the armed guards in the dungeon. And not mention Rocco was ever involved.

Dad accompanied Tate to the police station.

Megan and I sat on the sofa in the living room. Melissa was a wreck. She sat on a nearby chair cursing Mason. She wasn’t thrilled with me either. I was so exhausted we’d have to discuss all that happened tomorrow.

Matt walked toward us. “We’re out of here, ladies.”

I sat straight up. “Seriously?”

“Yes, my dad’s covering the cost for everyone to stay at the Four Seasons.”

“Thank God. Please tell him thank you.”

Matt pulled Megan to her feet.

The second we were preparing to leave who strolled in? Marisa.

“Mason.” Concern loomed her pretty porcelain face. She ran into his arms. He must have spoken to her before she arrived. Informed her the charade was over. I was so relieved to get away from him. How was I to feel? Angry, sad, at peace. Not sure I’d be at peace for a while. I knew we had to talk to Mason sooner rather than later.

Melissa’s eyes widened. “After everyone has recovered somewhat in the morning, we will discuss all that’s happened under our noses,” she growled.

“Mason and Marisa, you two will stay in me and Brian’s suite. I cannot let Mason out of my sight.”

He didn’t give his mom a hard time. No snappy comeback. He conformed. A part of me felt she wanted her son near. She hadn’t seen him in four years. Parading around as Tate didn’t count. She needed to forgive him eventually for all the shit he’d done. That washer son so of course she’d forgive him. Forget probably not ever.

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