Page 36 of Captive Bride

I’m not the stranger she knew in the hallway. I’m not the tender guy that was willing to listen.

I’m a Montague. That must come as a shock to her.

I lead her out the door and down the hallway.

She says, “You know I could scream, right?”

“I know you won’t, Isobel.” I say. “If you know what’s good for you, you won’t. Because as soon as you make a noise, I’ll stop you and I’ll use my tie as a gag if need be.”

She decides against screaming—and it’s a good thing, too. I have my security guys and my spies all over the place. Even if she were to scream, no one would hear her—or care.

I’ve set this up perfectly. Her parents are all the way upstairs in the penthouse suite, unable to hear me slip their daughter out into the night.

I have my guys all over this floor, and it’s easy to walk her directly out of the building and into the alleyway where Benny and Merc are waiting with the limousine.

“Welcome to your new life, Isobel,” I say.

She glares at me and gets in the limo.

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