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Renn flinches.
“Want me to go?” Foxx asks.
“No.” Slowly, my words sink in. The disbelief twists into a menacing snarl. “Take her home, Foxx.”
“Yes, sir.”
Renn runs back to the house.
“Come on, Blakely,” Foxx says, reaching for my arm.
“Renn!”
He ignores me, disappearing around the wall.
Tears wet my cheeks again. Foxx takes my hand, but I yank it back, yelping.
“Explain,” Foxx orders.
“I threw a punch.”
He fights a smile, refusing to look me in the eye. “Let’s get you home.”
Home.
I’m not sure I have one anymore.
We climb into the car and pull down the long driveway.
I feel like I just left my heart behind.
CHAPTER25
Renn
Iburst through the door and race into the house. Tate meets me in the hallway.
“Go,” I say, jamming my thumb over my shoulder. “Go to my house. Foxx took Blakely there.”
“You got it.”
He slaps my shoulder as he darts behind me.
Adrenaline is coursing through me.
“He called me a little whore and offered me a half a million dollars to let you go.”
Rage snakes through my veins like an old friend.
I jog down the corridor toward Bianca outside Dad’s office. Shouts filter from the room in front of her. Screeches of furniture being dragged against the floor. Voices shouting, growing louder the closer I get to them.
“What’s going on? Where’s Blakely?” Bianca asks, but I can’t hear her.
My heart is racing, my head spinning.
He tried to buy her off?
Called my wife a whore?
