Cedar Heights retirementhome is more like a palace. In fact, I feel like a princess already because as soon as we left my father’s penthouse, Flynn hailed a cab, and we headed across town to his own apartment. We never had time to go inside, but we picked up probably the coolest car I have ever had the pleasure of riding in, and it suits him perfectly. An impressive black Ferrari with cream leather seats looks personally styled to suit his own dark image. Cool, sleek, with a hint of menace, hiding an opulent, stylish interior that wraps you in comfort.
The joy he gets from opening up the engine on the quieter roads makes me smile as we leave the town behind and head for the open countryside.
Just for a moment, I experience freedom like any other girl my age. It’s so good to sit beside a man like Flynn and, more than anything, I hope we get the answers we need today.
It’s not long before we sweep through large, pillared gates and a sprawling mansion reveals itself through the trees.
“Wow, this place is impressive. Massimo must have really loved Iris Young.” I can’t help gawping in awe as we register the most amazing place in acres of parkland.
Flynn appears deep in thought. “It will be interesting to see if she shares the same sentiment.”
“Do you think she will tell him we were here?”
I’m a little worried about that because, from the few details I learned about my uncle, none of it is good.
Flynn shrugs. “I couldn’t give a fuck if she does. That man is fast approaching his use by date.”
His words cause a prickle of fear to race through my body, and his low growl sounds ominous.
“It won’t be long before we have everything we need to bring the bastard down, and the only thing I want to discover right now is that he’s not my father.”
“Same.” I smile with an encouragement I certainly don’t feel inside and as we pull into one of the visitor’s bays, my own heart starts racing with a terrible sense of disaster just around the corner.
Flynn asks me to wait, and I’m surprised when he opens my door and offers his hand with a smile. “Allow me, my lady.”
It makes me laugh at the chivalrous gesture because he looks far from that. Despite toning down the menace a little, he still exudes danger, and a tingle of desire passes through me that never seems to go away.
As his hand closes around mine, I sigh inside, wishing this was real.
We walk the short distance to the main entrance and despite the nerves and feeling as if we’re doing something wrong, I am more alive than I’ve ever been and as we ring the doorbell and hear footsteps approaching, I wonder what state I’ll be in when the door closes behind us in approximately one hour’s time.