Page 8 of Deadly Obsession

A burly security officer—the same arsehole who was monitoring the gate at the start of the night—tries to tackle me to the ground. I swing a punch and break his nose.

The onlookers scream, but I don’t care what they think. I step over his bleeding body, and a police officer lunges to take me down. Adrenaline takes over, and I smash my fist into his face too. I’ll take on anyone who stands in my way.

It takes three of them to restrain me. All of them are bloody and bruised by the time I’m done. Out of the corner of my eye, I get a proper look at the woman and see a strand of blonde hair trailing off the stretcher. It’s not Rose.

I’m hauled roughly to my feet, and they thrust my wrists into handcuffs.

“Sebastian Montgomery,” an officer with a split lip says, “you are under arrest.”

Cameras flash in my direction. It’s not the paparazzi taking photos, but the party guests. If a fire at the Collingsbrook Ball isn’t enough of a scandal, my arrest will be…

CHAPTER3

CALLEN

Finally, it’s done. Justice has been served. The man who killed my baby is dead, even if his death won’t bring Tilly back.

I can’t stop grinning as I watch the scene unfolding at the manor.

“Holy shit…”

My mouth falls open at what I’m seeing. If watching Lord Callahan getting blown to pieces didn’t make tonight extra special, seeing Seb lose control in front of the toffs he’s spent years trying to impress is the cherry on top of the cake.

I check my watch to see how much time I have. If I left when Freddie told me to, I’d still be on the road. I have time to kill; all I’m missing now is popcorn for the show.

Amidst the chaos, Seb roars and dives over the police line. He throws a punch at anyone who stands in his way and sheds his suit jacket. Usually, Seb is all about manners and decorum. Who knew the lad had it in him? Seb’s the youngest of the Dukes. His boyish humour often makes him appear younger than he is, but right now, he’s grown a pair of massive bollocks.

“Go on, Seb. Let him have it,” I encourage as he swings for the officer. If I was there, I’d dive in and join them, but I don’t have the connections to erase a scandal. If I touched anyone, I’d get locked up for years, while Seb would only get a slap on the wrist. He lands the punch, smacking into his opponent’s jawline. “Nice.”

It’s a shame all of his actions are for nothing, and he’s only going to get his heart broken. How will he react when he discovers Rose isn’t who he thinks she is and that she never needed his protection? She isn’t helpless and innocent; she’s a Killers Club agent who’s been sent to murder us. She could have known Seb was a Duke all along, and it might have been no accident she ran into him that night.

Rose and her friends have already made their getaway through the garden. Their car disappeared in the opposite direction, allowing Rose to slink back under the radar while Seb risks everything for someone he thinks he loves.

Rose—Daisy, whoever the fuck she is—walked into our lives and changed everything. Now that she’s completed the job for me, I have no reason not to kill her—unless I want to fuck her incredibly tight pussy again.

I shake my head, watching Seb fight against the officers trying to wrangle him into cuffs. “Bad luck, kid.”

I take a few pictures on my phone—they’ll cheer me up when I’m having a bad day. Maybe I’ll even get them printed on a calendar or mug to commemorate the occasion.

It’s time to call Freddie to let him know what’s going on.

“Well?” Freddie answers on the second ring. He’s still driving, and the engine roars in the background as he speeds along the motorway. “Have you found them?”

“About that…” I pause dramatically. “We’ve stumbled into a problem.”

“What kind of problem?”

“Where do I start?” I’m unable to keep the glee out of my voice. “Collingsbrook Manor went up in flames, your golden boy is currently being put into the back of a police car, and Rose…”

“What about her?”

“She’s gone.”

“Gone?” He ignores everything else I’ve said, fixating on the woman who is his obsession. She’s hypnotised them, giving Freddie and Seb tunnel vision and rendering their other skills useless. Maybe that’s why the Killers Club wanted her. A woman who can enchant men with magical pussy powers. “Where is she?”

“I don’t know,” I lie, deciding to postpone telling him about the true nature of her betrayal. “I can’t see her anywhere. People are leaving, so she could have got into a car with someone else.”

“Fuck!” Freddie yells, then quickly regains his authoritative stance. “Follow Seb to the station. His mother will have their family lawyer on speed dial, but he’ll need someone to pick him up when he’s done. She won’t let a Montgomery stay in a cell overnight.”

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