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Oh no.No. It can’t be.

“It’s Missy.”

Missy.

The #BuzzBoss was back.

Romeo

Five.

That’s how many phone calls I had to make to find out which swanky-ass hotel Jonathan Kane was staying in.

It was good luck for me he was on the other side of Hollywood.

But it was going to be a very,verybad day for him.

I’d hated that guy from the first time Rimmel told me about her past. If he had lived in Maryland, I would have already hunted him down and beat his ass. I always thought maybe it was a good thing we were states apart.

But now…

Now the douchebag had a name. I also had an address.

Most of all, I had renewed motivation.

This wasn’t going to happen. This exclusive story he planned to sell to the highest bidder was dead. And I planned to bury it twenty feet under.

Rimmel had been through enough in her lifetime. I didn’t know why bad shit kept happening, but I was done with it.

I hadn’t been there back then to stop this motherfucker from hurting her, but I was here now. I was tired of doing everything by the book, too.

Legal. Proper. Upstanding.

Clearly, those things were ineffective when dealing with some people.

Some people just needed punched in the goddamn head.

This Jonathan Kane didn’t know it yet, but he was about to become example number three. The rest of the world hopefully wouldn’t see this example, but he’d feel it, and the ripples of it would spread out to the most unsavory people in the underground belly of celebrity secrets, and they would know.

And Missy?

Apparently she’d gotten off too easy the last time we dealt with her. We assumed because she kept Braeden from getting charged in Zach’s death that she was done with her bitchy college ways.

Wrong.

Maybe she should be example number four.

Point was when we boarded a plane for Maryland and I took my wife home, all this shit was going to be over.

It wasn’t going to hang over our heads. It wasn’t going to be something that threatened to drag Rim down or put that god-awful distance between us.

We’d been through worse. It was time for some happy shit.

It was time for some peace.

If I had to force it, so be it.

After all the bad news had been laid out, Rimmel excused herself to the bathroom to change out of her pajamas, and Ivy went to do the same (I really think she was so upset she didn’t realize she hadn’t been wearing pants).

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