Page 167 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

She had to be imagining things.

That was the only explanation—-

Until the day she was about to leave the bookstore and she received a text from an unregistered number.

Don’t act like you’re shocked. There’s a guy in a gray shirt outside the store, and he’s Davos’ man. Don’t let him know you’re on to him. There’s a van across the street. Get in that.

Fawn’s fingers tightened around her phone.

Right.

Don’t look shocked.

How could she do that when she was actually shocked?

Fawn took a deep breath, telling herself it was time to prove to the Prince of Darkness that she could do what was needed in order to remain by his side.

Pushing the door open, she stepped out of the bookstore and in the corner of her eye, she saw the man in gray straighten.

Please God.

She started to cross the street.

The man started to follow.

She tried to walk just a bit faster, and when the man started to quicken his steps as well, panic gripped her as she remembered all the evil things that the Greek tycoon was capable of.

Beatrice Crichton beaten to an inch of her life—-

Nick Christakos raped—-

Keanne Summer almost kidnapped—-

Fawn broke into a run.

The back doors of the van flung open, and a woman reached out to her, crying out, “Come quickly!”

Oh, thank God!

As she reached for the woman’s hand, she heard the man behind her shout anxiously, “Angel!”

What?

Fawn’s head snapped back, unable to believe she had heard the man use the prince’s name for her. At the same time, the other woman hauled her inside while her companion jumped out, pointing a gun straight at the other guy.

A shot rang out.

Fawn screamed.

The last thing she saw just before the killer pulled the doors of the van shut was the man in gray falling to the ground.

The woman in front of her clucked her lips. “You probably know by now, but just in case shock’s stopped your brain from working – that man we shot was your security from Reid Chalkias.” Crazy black eyes laughed at her. “And I’m Tic Tac Toe, the person Davos hired to play with you.”

WHEN THE PRIVATE JETowned by the prince’s family landed in Miami, the prince immediately received word that Igor, who had flown in a few days earlier, wished to come aboard.

Sensing that something was amiss, the prince gave his permission and remained in the jet, waiting for his right-hand man to join him.

“Anything wrong?” Payton Malcolm asked grimly as he came to stand beside his son.

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