Page 32 of Princess of Passion (Caprice Langden)

One job. He had one fucking job to do that morning.

“Sir, I used the drone to get her to the patio, like you said. When I parked it, she was sitting down to eat.”

I looked at the table. Not a thing was out of place. The food hadn’t been touched.

“Find her,” I barked and hung up.

I shouldn’t have been angry. I was the one who told her she could go anywhere on the property. My disappointments were endless that morning. Was it too much to ask that she give up her pursuit to escape so she could have breakfast with me?

Give it up, St. Valentine. You kidnapped her. This wasn’t a damn sleepover.

But it could be...

If she weren’t hell bent on getting away...

Apparently, I hadn’t wined, dined, or fucked her enough last night to get her to stay.

My phone buzzed.

“Have you located her?”

“Yes, sir. She’s at the gatehouse.” He choked on his laughter.

I closed my eyes. “What’s she doing at the gatehouse?”

“Sir, it looks like she’s throwing things at it.”

“What?”

“Plants. Cushions. Whatever she can get her hands on. She’s giving Timmy a workout, sir.”

I rolled my eyes. None of my men would touch her; they wouldn’t dare. They had their orders—she wasn’t to leave the property, but no one would use physical force to make sure she stayed put.

No one but me.

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