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“Then we take back your control.” I cross my arms. “Heine won’t steal your favorite room from you.”
D’Angelo taps his foot in rhythms of three. “How?”
“We paint it together. Clean the equipment. Make it belong to you again. I’ll be with you.”
D’Angelo sits up, sharply.
His expression brightens. “Have I told you today yet that you’re my favorite PA?”
“I’m you’re only PA.”
“Details.” He waves his hand, lazily. “We’ll turn it into anewroom, one for both you and me. A playroom that Charles never touched. It will belong to us. And we’re throwing out that whip.”
I nod. “Show me how to use the equipment on Robyn.”
D’Angelo’s expression becomes wicked. “Won’t we have a fun surprise for our poor, unsuspecting pets?”
The thought of Robyn bound in silk ropes, suspended naked and spread in panted desire, makes my cock harden.
D’Angelo’s pupils are already dilated.
Suddenly, the study door bursts open and Shay and Robyn tumble through.
“Oh, look,” D’Angelo purrs, giving them a heated look, “they’re already eager.”
“We’ve been searching for you everywhere,” Robyn complains.
Concern blooms through me.
Robyn is a mess.
Her hair is tangled over her sweaty face. She is holding her side like she has a stitch. She is wearing matching black joggers and t-shirt to my brother.
To my surprise, Shay appears equally out of breath. Also, distracted with fear.
“I’m putting a tracker on both of you.” Shay points at D’Angelo and me. “This place is too bloody big.”
“Why didn’t you call us?” D’Angelo asks.
Dread churns in my guts.
Shay looks in a worse state than when he set off for his run. It should have calmed him.
Why didn’t it?
“We didn’t take our phones,” Shay admits. “It was all a bloody scramble, if you remember, to change and?—”
D’Angelo’s mouth sets in a grim line. “New rule: everyone has their phone on them at all times. There is too much danger around this far into the season, along with Charles playing games again. Plus, the security team aren’t happy about the message in the Valentine’s card as it is. We’ll install the tracker function, then even if we don’t answer, we’ll be able to find each other.”
“Stalker red flags. Still, good idea. Especially after what just happened to us.” Robyn’s troubled gaze meets mine. Shay’s arm winds around her shoulder. I shove myself off the couch, vibrating with worry. “We were jogging the boundary of the estate, well, I was crawling it, and this annoyingly fit asshole was sprinting it. Then when we reached the gates, a delivery van pulled up. They insisted that they had to leave the flowers there, despite what security told them.”
“Flowers? More Valentine’s bouquets?” D’Angelo rolls his eyes. “The downside of being this handsome.”
“Not bouquets,” Robyn whispers. “Hundreds of funeral wreathes made out of dead roses.”
CHAPTER NINE
Freedom Mansion
