Page 74 of Mistletoe Missus
Holly reached out and touched my abdomen. “You’re pregnant?”
I replied, “Maybe. I won’t know until I take a test in a few weeks.”
Holly gasped with surprise, but smiled at me. “And I’ll be right by your side.”
“Really?”
“What are best friends for?” Holly shrugged.
We hugged tight, but I whispered in her ear, “How could I let Mitt do this to me?”
Holly pulled back and answered with a small smile, “I think you know the answer to that.”
I love Mitt with all my heart and soul. I had let my guard down, allowed him in, and he rained chaos to the most vulnerable part of me. My dream of having a family. He had tainted our future, or what I thought we had, and his father was behind this. I knew Cyprus Morgan was, and there was only one way to find out.
“Yeah, I do,” I breathed and picked up the divorce papers. “But I know what I have to do.”
Confront the devil himself.
FORTY
Last Resort
Mitt
“Goddamn it!” I yelled and threw a glass of whiskey against the wall of my office.
Tinsley was so fucking stubborn. The one personality trait I loved about my soon-to-be ex-wife but hated all at the same time. She couldn’t sign the damn divorce papers and take what she had wanted in the first place. She had to meet with the beast who had set this all into motion, but she had no fucking clue.
Tinsley was walking into a death trap. She demanded to see my father. The one person who wanted to end her life all in the name of love.
I had bodyguards stationed outside of Tinsley’s hospital room twenty-four hours a day since she woke up, and one informed me of the undesirable meet up. A guard had snooped into her cell phone daily while a nurse helped her take a shower. My angel was healing and getting stronger every day, but the day was fast approaching where she’d get discharged. The thought of her free to do as she pleased made my head spin with worry, and the more time that passed without her signing those papers made the target on her back even bigger.
I had to stop Tinsley because she was in grave danger.
I wouldn’t let Cyprus Morgan take Tinsley from this earth. I’d do whatever I had to and make her see that she needed to be away from me. I’d crush her beautiful heart and burn her pretty soul. She’d kill me softly in the process, but I’d do anything to watch her rise from my father’s death grip and die an old lady warm in her bed. My angel deserved life, not an early grave where I’d blow my brains out to be with her in the afterlife.
Tinsley had to see. She had tofeelthere was nothing between us and there never would be. I had to force my feisty wife to want to end our marriage, meant only for destruction. I’d truly slice her open and hold her beating heart in my blood-soaked hand until it stopped.
I had a plan. Unfortunately, I needed my father’s help, and I did the one thing I never imagined I’d do. I called the bastard.
FORTY-ONE
Finale Straw
Tinsley
“Are you sure about this?” Holly asked as she fumbled with her hands and glanced at me with worry. “You just got out of the hospital yesterday.”
“Yes, I am. But I’m back to work, aren’t I?” I exhaled the breath I held in for all of sixty seconds and nodded my head. “Besides, this is the only way I’ll get answers.”
I wanted to know—no, Ineededto know—if Cyprus was behind Mitt’s drastic change in behavior. Mitt wouldn’t tell me the truth and had forced my hand. To find out what was going on, I had to meet with his father. I couldn’t move on. In my trench coat pocket were the divorce papers, and I hadn’t signed them. I wasn’t capable of signing my marriage away without a clear conscience.
“But the man could be dangerous, Tins, you even said so yourself,” Holly added with worry.
“I’ll be fine,” I assured her as I took her hands in mine and peered up at the new happy married couple in full celebration. “I have you here and these wedding guests. Cyprus won’t try to hurt me with all these people around. It’s too risky.”
I had texted Cyprus and set this plan into motion. Cyprus received instructions from me on where to meet after Iexpressed I needed to have an important discussion with him. I never imagined I’d have to be in this predicament, but between the explosion and me winding up in the hospital, something had gone terribly wrong. I felt this deep down in my soul, and I wouldn’t rest without an explanation.
