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Tremont presented himself as a member of high society in Atlanta. He dined with congressmen, golfed with the governor, and had the mayor on speed dial. But a man like him had skeletons in his closet. Men like him always did.

Scar just needed to find them.

He would not attack Tally inside her restaurant with witnesses.

Tally believed the thugs who had jumped her last week worked for Tremont and Scar believed it too. There were other such reports about harassment against Tremont that always got swept aside until the owner finally caved and sold his property.

Over the past week, Scar could see how much Tally loved her restaurant. Saw the joy on her face when someone complimented the chef. Saw how much of her heart and soul went into this brick and mortar riverfront restaurant. Scar sure as fuck would not allow a man like Gordon Tremont to take that away from her.

The man would be face down in the river if he tried.

Tally came out of her office. She was wearing a white chef’s shirt, black pinstriped chef’s pants, and had her braid pinned up under her chef’s hat. Two thermometers with circular tops were in the sleeve under her left shoulder. While other chefs kept a pen there too, Tally did not.

Normally, Tally did not carry her cane around the restaurant. The fact that she had it now was telling. Scar had taken a look at all her canes in her apartment. Every single one was weighted and could be separated with a quick twist.

“Mr. Tremont.” Tally tapped her cane on the ground as she approached. She also held her hand out like she was searching for something. When her fingertips skimmed the podium, Tally quickly gripped the edge and used it to guide herself over to stand in front of him.

She’s acting like she’s blind, Scar thought to himself. And then realized how stupid that sentence sounded. But it was the only way to describe it. Tally was acting like someone would expect a blind person to act. She wanted Tremont to underestimate her.

She even held out her hand too far to the left of Tremont, even though Scar knew damn well she knew where the man was standing.

Tremont shifted so he could accept her handshake. “Ms. Meacham, I hope you’re doing well.”

“I am.” Tally dropped her hand. She tipped her chin up slightly as if she thought he was standing directly in front of her. “What is it I can do for you?”

“Well, my lawyer received your refusal to sell from your lawyer. I wanted to come by in person and…expresshow much it would be in your best interest if you sold. Once my restaurants go up, yours will go under in a matter of months.”

Scar had looked into Tremont’s various holdings. He didn’t own any restaurants. It made no sense why he would suddenly want to build some now and required this specific land to do it. In fact, Scar doubted that he wanted to at all and was only using the prospect of future restaurants in the area as a scare tactic against Tally.

“I’ll take my chances,” Tally told him smoothly. “After all, my restaurant will always have something that yours lack.”

“And what’s that, Ms. Meacham?”

She smiled widely at where she was faking believing him to be. “Me.”

She couldn’t see the hatred on Tremont’s face, but Scar could. He palmed the hilt of one dagger. If Tremont or his lackey so much as twitched in Tally’s direction, Scar would not hesitate to kill them. Witnesses be damned.

The lackey seemed to sense that Tremont was about to do something stupid, though, and put a hand on his arm to caution him.

“Very well, Ms. Meacham. Just remember, I tried to help you.”

“I’m sure you believe that but I require no one’s help, Mr. Tremont. Now, unless you would like to stay for lunch, I suggest you leave my restaurant. I have to be getting back to work.”

A feeling of pride rose up inside Scar for her show of strength. She truly was an amazing woman. It was too bad she was Alpha’s daughter. Scar thought she and Sissy would get along famously.

Tremont left, his lackey following close behind. That was his mistake though, because now he was fair game for Scar. He didn’t like leaving Tally at the restaurant, but she was capable of taking care of herself and she had employees around her.

The lackey drove Tremont in a town car to another restaurant. As soon as he stepped out of the car, other men in expensive looking suits came up to him. Scar scowled. He’d been hoping Tremont would lead him back to his place of business. Not the suite he kept in a downtown Atlanta high rise. No, his real office. The place where he did hisactualbusiness.

When the town car drove off, Scar followed it. Perhaps the lackey would lead him there too. Instead, the lackey pulled up behind a closed night club. Leaning up against the car, he pulled out his phone and texted someone.

A few minutes later, the back door to the club opened up. The two thugs that had tried and failed to attack Tally the week before walked out and headed straight for the man with the military haircut.

Scar pulled out two blades. He didn’t mind the single witness. Dead men tell no tales, after all. Someone would have to take the story back to Tremont that his thugs were dead.

CHAPTER8

[WiseWave620: You should have seen it!! Angel and Bulldog had a lightsaber duel in the Hollywood Studio parking lot!]

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