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I curl around in his arms, peering up at him, attempting to ignore his cock, which is miraculously twitching back to life.

His statement makes me inordinately happy.

I push up onto my toes and press my lips to his through my grin, then I reach between us and wrap my fingers around his length.

“Good,” I say against his lips. “Because this is mine.”

In the shower, I learn he has no issues with my ownership claims.

CHAPTER27

NICK

UK Terror Threat at Highest Level Since 9/11

The attack in Moscow shows the threat from ISIS is as high as ever

Terrorist attacks “very likely” in the UAE, the foreign office warns

The headlines read like the world is going to hell.

I click on another news article about Turkey tying support for Sweden’s entry to NATO to goals on security.

Yeah, right. It’s tied to a little something called greed. Everybody wants something.

There’s a knock at the door, and I smile because the woman in the doorway brightens everything, even dismal news.

“You’ve got a visitor.”

“Bloody hell. What now?”

“He’s at the gate. Don’t worry. They followed your rules. You weren’t picking up, so Ash came to the front door. Your guest is peeved. Says he’s a business partner.”

Interesting. All of those want me dead these days, if I’m to believe the so-called messenger.

One drone sent. Quiet for days. What fresh hell awaits?

I click on a small monitor that’s used solely for the security network. I don’t use it for anything else as a security protocol.

The dark-haired Asian man in spectacles and a suit chats with the guard. The monitor doesn’t offer a crystal-clear view, but it’s Jiang Tu.

I ring down to the gate.

“Check the vehicle for explosives. Check under the carriage and trunk. If it’s clear, let him in.”

In the video, a guard comes around the car with a mirror on a stick to check the undercarriage. The black glass window on the limousine rolls down, and another guard circles the vehicle, peering inside. I can’t hear what’s being said, but he doesn’t appear to be fighting my men. I suppose he wouldn’t. He’s aware there’s a target placed on me.

Now, the question is, did he come here to take me out himself? He’s trained in Eastern martial arts.

I open my desk drawer and load my handgun.

“Do you have one for me?”

I stand and tuck the loaded weapon into the back of my trousers and slip on my suit jacket.

At a minimum, there’s a driver with Jiang. The retail magnate has an official net worth in excess of a hundred billion, but his unofficial net worth is likely double. If he wanted to end me, he’d hire.

Scarlet stretches her arm out, palm up as if asking for a weapon. I seize her hand and press my lips to her palm.

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