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Desperate to get the gown off my trembling body, I yank down the zipper while she cheers. The gorgeous lingerieunderneath is even worse. I was going to give myself to the man who I thought really cared.
God! I don’t know when I turned into such a moron, but I’ll never let that mistake happen again.
Chelsea hands me a fresh drink. Might as well numb the pain. I grab the champagne, hold up the flute as a toast to her, and empty the entire glass in one swallow. Just like the alcohol we enjoyed this afternoon, the flavor is sweet and crisp, and unlike anything I’ve ever tasted before. Now I know why the rich love being so rich. I hold my hand back out for a refill. If tonight is my last night with her, I might as well enjoy everything I can.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Titan
I stare at the corpse crumpled in front of me.
Loath to appear weak in front of my men, I let Z and Ronnie do the dirty work of torturing and killing Greyson. But I think they know the truth. This was all revenge. No one threatens my woman.
He was going to die anyway attempting to partner with her dumb ass quasi stepbrother to start a war with me. Which he could never launch, let alone finish. But when her name crossed his lips, I couldn't hold back from siccing the beasts on him. Watching him suffer was worth delaying my date with Addie. Now I can give her the night she deserves. Hell, the life she deserves.
"Boss?"
Jace's tone tells me all I need to know. Chelsea's fucked up. Again.
My head instantly starts throbbing. If she ruins my evening with Addie, I'm going to have to rein her in for real this time. I can’t let her destroy my relationship with my girl. "What?"
"They…they went out."
They. Notshe. God damn it. He better not mean…
"Chelsea and Miss Scott…together…to Deja Vu."
Motherfucker. "How the fuck did that happen?"
He swallows hard. Someone fucked up, and everyone is going to pay the price. And yes, I'm shooting the damn messenger. "What. The. Fuck. Happened?"
"The guys were escorting her like always when she—meaning Chelsea—stopped at a drug store and said they needed…um tampons. Then they snuck out the back."
Because these morons are pussies about a little blood, I've got to chase the girls’ asses home. I expect this from my sister but not Addie. She was supposed to be waiting for me. Not running off to a club my naive sister doesn't realize hosts a sex dungeon in the back. Innocent goofball thinks she's just dancing with a bunch of other rich, spoiled kids, unaware of the real purpose of the place.
"Let's go."
Two of my men hustle in front of me to ensure no one attempted a rescue mission for Greyson while the other guys jog behind me. No one speaks. They know I'm pissed and don't want to risk a bullet to the throat by talking to me. Luckily the Bentayga is already running, or we'd have more bodies to dispose of tonight. "Hack the feed so I can see them."
"Yes, sir."
"I want the house too."
"Yes, sir."
He taps on his phone while I work on mine. Greyson's dead, and the world knows he's been eliminated because he challenged me. Hopefully, that will send the message to any other wannabes who are just as stupid, at least for a while. I need to focus on Addie now and see what led to this fiasco.
Ramos's text pops on the screen, and I immediately hit the link to play the video from our foyer earlier this evening. Addie looks like the goddess she is standing on the steps. She doesn't need all the fancy stuff, but she really is stunning. Until Baxter comes in and talks to her. The hurt on her face will haunt me the rest of my days. But the fireball she is, the pain turns to fury. Her head lifts and her shoulders roll back. All the expression leaves her face. She's not having it.
My girl.
She races upstairs and the feed cuts to Chelsea's room. Rarely do I watch my sister because there's too much I don't want to see unless she's in some kind of danger. But I keep my focus on Addie. Something Chels tells her freaks her out while my sister dances around with joy.
My cock hardens when Addie whips the elegant dress off her body. Small tits and slender thighs I can't wait to sink my teeth into entice me. She's too skinny though. I'm glad Mrs. Z can get her fattened up for me.
My pulse throbs as violently as my dick when she puts on the outfit my traitor sister gives her. She flaunts her fantastic curves in a black bikini top and wide leg jeans hugging her narrow hips with a necklace circling her waist. Motherfucker. Why does my sister have these clothes? Why does my woman have them on? These two are going to be the death of me before any bullet ever could.
She slips on a small red jacket but it's not enough. Too much of her smooth skin shows for other men to see. My fingers fist around my phone. That men are fucking seeing now. I glance up at my driver who's meandering like a fucking grandma. "Hurry the fuck up."
