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Danny didn’t say a word,and Cain had told him all that needed to be said. Getting to his feet, hewalked to the door and opened it.

“You know, I’ve alwayshated you,” Danny said.

Cain looked toward his sonand smiled. “Strange, I’ve not always hated you, but I do now.”

With that, he left theroom and made his way out of the house, back to his car.

Danny was a problem, andhe doubted his son was ever going to stop being one. Running fingers throughhis hair, he took several deep breaths of air. It was fresh as the house wasquite deep in the country.

He only ever used it tohelp with problems, like kidnapping his son and forcing him to be chained to abed against his will. It was for his own good, even if he didn’t see it thatway.

Cain was just about toreach for the car door handle when his cell phone went off. Reaching into hisjacket pocket, he saw it was a call coming from Lewis, the same guy he used toget all the information he needed about Leah.

“What?” Cain asked.

“Sorry, Boss, I justneeded to make sure it was okay for me to gather the details of a CameronPierce. It has been requested by Leah,” Lewis said.

Cain couldn’t recall thename, and he had no idea why she would be requesting that kind of information.He had told her on previous occasions if she ever needed information on anyoneor anything, then Lewis was her guy. He had no issue with paying the bill for whatevershe needed.

“Get the details, butdon’t send them to her. Forward me all the information.” Climbing into his car,he nodded toward his men, before turning over his ignition and pulling out ofthe small home estate.

Danny was a problem. Onehe needed to fix, but right at that moment, he didn’t know how to unless he puta bullet in his son’s head. Death would solve everything. He’d already growntired of cleaning up his messes. Leah wanted him to send his son to prison andhe’d be more than happy to do that, only prison would make him far worse. So,death or trying to keep him trapped were his only options for now.

Driving back home to wherehe left Leah took a little longer than he would have liked. Traffic had builtup, as people were trying to make it home after a long day, and it had been along day. Too fucking long.

He didn’t want to break uphis time with Leah by dealing with his son, but sacrifices needed to be made.Leaving her had been the only solution. He’d promised her she’d never have todeal with Danny again, and he wouldn’t force her to. Although he was tempted toask what she thought he should do with his son, with this fresh information. Hedoubted she’d offer to kill him. Leah still believed in prison, or at least shethought it was the best place for him.

By the time he arrivedback at his home, it was already dark, and he was starving. He parked the car,nodded at his men, and then took the stairs leading to the front door, two at atime. Entering his home, he went straight to his office, as he knew that waswhere he would find Leah.

If she was trying to getin touch with Lewis, she’d do so on his office cell phone. She rarely used thecell phone he’d gifted her. Her only explanation was, there had once been atime when people didn’t survive on their cell phones, and she would like tokeep it that way. He imagined he had more memory of a life without cell phonesand the Internet than she did, but it was rather cute to hear her say so.

Leah was sitting at hisdesk, twirling a pen between her fingers, lips pursed, and she appeared to belocked into his email.

“Do you want to tell mewho Cameron Pierce is and why you’re looking for him?” he asked.

Chapter Seven

Leah turned to look atCain. She wanted to hate him, or be angry with him, maybe even a little bitpissed off, but instead she found herself aroused by the sight of him. Thiswasn’t a good thing, so she turned her attention back toward the computerscreen.

“I thought you said Icould use Lewis whenever I needed him?” she asked.

“You can. It doesn’t stophim from getting in touch with me for this information. Is Cameron a parent?”he asked.

Leah frowned. “No. Haveyou ever talked with Frank, your chef?”

“Yes, I talk with him allthe time.”

“And what about the reasonbehind his being in prison?” she asked.

“I’m aware of it being acop that wanted to make his life hell over a woman. So what?”

“So what?” Leah shook herhead. “This woman left the cop. She left the state or even the country forFrank, so this cop would stop making his life misery.”

“That cop didn’t stopmaking Frank’s life misery,” Cain said, stepping further into the room. Heclosed the door to his office and came closer to her.

She couldn’t help but belost in him as he started to remove his jacket. Underneath he wore one of hiscrisp suits. The kind that just screamed … man in control. Cain was always incontrol. Those hands were capable of so much more, and she was not going to sitthere fantasizing about them. She was going to stay focused on her work.

“I did,” he said.

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