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I pressed the contact button and pulled up the only contact in the phone. Taking in a deep breath, I hit the call button and waited for Crosby to answer. The performance I was about to give had to be convincing.

“Delilah. Is everything okay?” Crosby asked, probably concerned given the hour of the night.

“No, it isn’t. Davian has gone mad. He thinks you kidnapped Reyna. You’re in danger, Crosby. I really think he is going to kill you.” I laid it on thick and even added a sob to make my concern more plausible.

“Where are you now, Delilah?”

“His men have taken me to The Regency. Davian thought it would be best until you were in police custody. Davian said you killed someone, and they know where you are. I’m telling you, Crosby, he has gone crazy.”

“I will come for you. But in the meantime, don’t let Davian know that you have contacted me. Hang in there, my love. Soon this will all be over.”

My performance was stellar and should have won an award. I couldn’t chance Davian finding Crosby. Spending the rest of his life in jail was too good for him. Crosby deserved to die. A slow, painful death was what he had coming.

I slipped the cell inside the pocket of my robe and laid back in the chair. The wine I had poured earlier sat on the end table—the glass still half full. Downing the rest, I grabbed the bottle of wine and poured myself another glass full. It didn’t matter that it was past two in the morning. I deserved to celebrate no matter the time. Walking to the bedroom, I placed my glass on the nightstand and moved toward my suitcase sitting on the bench at the foot of the bed.

As I unzipped it, I smiled to myself, knowing the gratification I felt when I placed the 9mm beneath my sexy underwear that I packed for Crosby. By the time I finished what I had planned for him, he wouldn’t know what hit him. He would wish he was dead. The only thing left was to decide where the deed would take place. I certainly couldn’t kill him here. That would be too obvious.No.It had to be a place where no one would find him, and I could achieve a slow, painful death for him.

I made myself comfortable in the large bed, drinking my wine and feeling pleased with my noteworthy plan. It would be nice to have my hands on the diamonds that Crosby killed his brother for, but getting revenge on him was all I needed. That wasn’t exactly true. I wanted Gwen and Reyna back as well. Once Crosby was out of the way, the three of us could finally be the family I had wanted for so long. It would be nice to see Davian and Gwen back together, but I knew too much time had passed between them. Davian was with Reyna now, and they deserved happiness. I believed in my heart that Gwen would one day find love again. Just the thought of my daughters married and giving me lots of grandchildren had my heart doing flips.

Emptying my glass of wine, I set it on the nightstand and snuggled under the covers. With my last thought of having many grandchildren, I closed my eyes and dreamt of all the ways I would spoil them. I didn’t care if they were boys or girls, although girls would be better. I just wanted many grandbabies. Maybe the girls would even name one after me. Smiling at the thought, I rolled over onto my side and closed my eyes.


The next morning, the sound of my cell woke me from the best dream ever. I might have drank a bit too much last night in celebration because the minute I set my feet on the floor and stood; an instant pounding hit my head. I tried to remember where I had placed my phone as the cell continued to ring while my head throbbed. Stumbling to the foot of the bed, I remembered putting my phone in the pocket of my robe. When I flipped it open, Crosby’s name appeared.

Before I said anything, I needed to pull myself together. “Crosby, please tell me you’re safe.”

“I am, my love. You’re right. I was ambushed by the police at the parking garage, but managed to get away. I’m coming for you, Delilah. Be ready.”

“When will you be here? What if Davian’s men get in the way?” I knew Davian had his men watching the hotel in case Crosby showed up. I just didn’t know where or how many of them there were.

“Let me worry about that. I’ll call you later. Just be ready.”

I had no clue what Crosby had planned. Little did he know that I had a plan of my own. Dropping the phone onto the bed, I got undressed and headed to the bathroom. Hopefully, a long shower would make me feel normal. It had been a long time since I had indulged, and I was paying for it. Before slipping inside the shower, I took the bottle of pain reliever from my cosmetic bag and popped two of the tiny pills in my mouth.

The hot water pounded against my skin, and with the ibuprofen I took, already I was feeling better. When Crosby said he would call me later, I didn’t know how much time I would have. I had to be smart, though, and that meant choosing a smart outfit that would allow me to move quickly if I had to. Heels were out, and so was wearing a dress. Fumbling through my suitcase, I found the perfect outfit. I took out a pair of stylish yoga pants and a matching top. Crosby would probably question my choice in clothes, but I already knew what I would tell him. He hadn’t given me a clue as to what his plan was; therefore, I wanted to make sure I would be comfortable. It made sense to me, and it would to him.

As I sat on the bed to put on my tennis shoes, my cell rang. I reached across the bed and picked it up. I didn’t have to look at the caller to know that it could only be Crosby. “Crosby, tell me that you will be here soon.”

“I’m almost there, sweetheart. This is what I want you to do. There is a woman who will help you. Her name is Samantha. When she gets there do exactly as she says.”

“Who is she, Crosby?”

“I’ll explain who she is later. Just do as she says, Delilah.”

If I wanted my plan to work, I had to play his little game. “Okay, I’ll do what she says.” Once I was alone with Crosby, it wouldn’t matter anyway. He would be dead, and everyone around him would pay for being involved with him, even this Samantha woman.

~15~

Reyna

When we boarded the plane, I was sad to leave Chicago. My time with Davian had been incredible, and it was like there was nothing bad around us. I finally felt that my life was normal. Still, I felt as though he wasn’t telling me something. All morning he seemed to be on edge. Even when we went to the park, he was distant—a million miles away.

Instead of taking a seat next to me, Davian headed to the meeting room where he had spent most of his time whenever we flew. He was acting so secretive, and I worried that something awful had happened. I tried to process the events of the last three days. There was only one reason I could think of as to why he was so uptight.Crosby McCall had somehow gotten away from the police.

The thought of that being the case gave me an unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach. Captain Matthews's voice came over the intercom, breaking my disturbing thoughts. “Please be seated and buckled in your seats. We are about to take off.”

I did as he asked and remained seated, staring at the wall that separated the main cabin from the meeting room. When we headed down the runway and were about to take off, I knew Davian would remain in the meeting room, and my questions for him would have to wait for a while. If he didn’t come out by the time the plane leveled off and we could move around, I would be going to him for answers.