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He chose the latter.
Without another word, he turned and walked out.
Chapter
Ten
“Discipline yourself and others won’t need to.”
?John Wooden
Théo
I was going to murder a woman. Not just any woman, though. One I’d met years ago.
She had been barely more than a face in the dark, with wet hair clinging to her cheeks, glassy eyes that had forgotten how to hope, and a mouth that had begged for death like it might taste sweet.
I should’ve walked away the second I heard her name.
But I hadn’t.
Because three years ago, Scarlett Harper had carved herself into my head like a curse I never learned how to kill.
I kept telling myself it was nothing. A night. A stranger. A girl too far gone to matter.
But she’d stuck.
Red hair. Achingly beautiful. Drenched in Chanel and self-destruction. A pretty mouth that never knew when to shut up and eyes that somehow still saw straight through me.
She didn’t remember. Of course she hadn’t. But I did. Every fucking second.
The way her fingers had caressed my face. The way she’d said my voice felt like heaven, right before she passed out in my arms.
When they offered me the job, I should’ve slammed the door. Should’ve let that ghost rot in peace.
Instead, I’d taken it. Maybe to face her, to test if the ghost of who she’d been matched the woman she’d become. And maybe?…?to finally put it to rest.
Putain de merde.
I’d been in this game long enough to know how it worked.
No one had ever had the balls to test me like she did. To disregard everything I said. To flat-out ignore every damn order I gave.
My job was simple. I made it clear from the start: I was your shadow. Your voice. Your hands. You move when I say. You listen. You obey. You trust me to keep you alive.
That was it. That’s how it fucking worked.
But no. Not with her.
It was like the universe, in all its fucked-up wisdom, had decided I needed to be reminded of who I was. So now I was stuck with a spoiled, untouchable superstar who had the whole goddamn world on its knees, and not a single person willing to tell herno.
And I was supposed to keep her safe?
Fuck.
She didn’t listen. I could tell her there were sharks with their jaws split wide open at the bottom of a cliff, and she’d still flash me that pretty smile, blow me a kiss, and swan-dive straight into their teeth, just to see if I’d try to catch her first.
She was a walking, breathingdisaster.The worst fucking nightmare of a client I could’ve been saddled with.
