Page 92 of Innocent Intentions

“Uh… about three minutes ago.”

The guard soundsnervous now.

He should be.

I end the call.

I turn. Walk out the door.

Roman falls into step beside me. “Where the fuck are you going?”

“She left.” The voice isn’t mine. It isn’t me who she left. “Why would she leave?”

She was happy.

She was mine.

Why the fuck would she leave?

Roman stiffens. “Hold it together, dude. Who–”

“Margot! MARGOT!”

I shove open the door to the only room that will prove me wrong.

It’s empty.

No Benny.

No Margot.

She’s gone.

Dread curdles in my stomach.

Then, it ignites into fury.

Who the fuck does she think she is, leaving me?

She doesn’t get to leave.

She doesn’t get to fucking leave.

She’s mine.

I thought we were past this.

I thought she understood.

I sprint to the garage, and sure enough, my Mercedes is gone.

I grab the keys to a BMW SUV. I’ll need the extra space to put Benny in the back when I bring her home.

And she is coming home.

I get in and open my tracker app. She’s on her way to her house.

Of course.

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