“Is there a problem?”
He swings his hand out and backhands me so hard I hit the wall beside me.
“Is it true?Did you give that fucking Mick your virginity?It was supposed to be mine.Now, I’ve had to buy used good.”He swings at me again, and I shield my stomach, taking the punch to my back.
When the doors open, there’s a gun aimed at his face, and Hayes is standing there.He shoots him in the knee as more security arrive.Mr.March falls to the floor, and Sloane steps in to lift him over his shoulder.Hayes reaches out a hand to me.
I hobble over to him, and he takes one look at my face and arm before he notices me holding my back.
“Paddy is going to kill him.”
“He’s too rich.He could make things bad.”
“He touched you, and this time Paddy will handle it.”
Security shows Hayes and Sloane to the back of the house elevator, and we head up to the security floor.I move slowly, worried about the baby and what’s going to happen.
We get off and head for my office.Mr.March is blubbering about being shot, and tech security is scrubbing the footage showing Hayes shooting him.Most of the people who work on this floor know the importance of privacy and the people we’re all involved with.
I sit down in my chair and open the drawer to find my mirror.I need to see the damage he did to my face when he hit me, but my back starts spasming and hurting.Tears are on the verge of flowing.
“Bitch led me on.She said she was mine, and then she cheated on me,” Mr.March is barking now.“I’m extremely rich.I’ll pay you off, and you can forget all about this.I’ll go away and never come back.”He keeps trying to get out of his fate, but it’s going to be bad.
I limp to my private bathroom and lift my lacy mocha blouse to see the damage in the full-length mirror.I’m already bruising and worried about the baby I’m possibly carrying.As I reach for my phone to call my doctor, I hear the explosion of Patrick’s voice.
“Where is she?Where is my wife?”The bathroom door is thrown open, and he sees the bruising.“Ah fuck, sweets.”I look up to see tears in his eyes.He’s worried too.“Call a doctor.Now,” he orders Hayes, who peeks in and sees the bruising.
My brother is rushing into the room now.
“Did you say your wife?”he yells and starts to go for Patrick, but Sloane holds him back.
Alek’s eyes move over my body, and he sees where Patrick’s hand is on my lower belly and the bruising in back.
In the blink of an eye, my brother is fighting Sloane, and in the next, Sloane is on the ground and Alek has a gun at Mr.March’s head.
“I should kill you.You knew the rules.I warned you, but it will be his revenge.”He nods toward Patrick.
Bratva soldiers come into the office, and Andrei is standing there now.He takes in everything and looks to his men.
“Take him to the warehouse.”Andrei touches Alek’s arm.“Aleksei, it’s her husband’s right.Plus, you don’t want this on the property.Gray wouldn’t want that, even though he would kill him too.”
Mr.March starts babbling, trying to talk his way out of his death.
“I didn’t know she was pregnant.I didn’t know she was married to him.”
“He said he purchased me,” I sob in Patrick’s arms.His body is vibrating from his anger.
“He what?”Patrick and the rest of my family, as well as the men with them, all stop and turn from me to Mr.March.“Hayes.”
Hayes moves toward March as more people crowd my office.
“It’s Broderick.That’s what I was getting ready to tell you.He did this.”A woman waves her arm around to all of us.“He won’t allow you to have a child or lead any longer.He killed them all,” the beautiful light strawberry-blonde says.I’m assuming this is Patrick’s aunt.
“Killed who?”Andrei asks.
“First it was leading Jimmy down the path to kill Sokolov and Belyaev.Then it was Rowanne.”She pauses before sitting down on a sofa.Patrick’s other aunt, Morrigan, sits with her and wraps her arms around her.“He was so mad that Patrick wouldn’t allow him to marry you.”She points to Morrigan.“But he allowed Jimmy to have you.He set up the plan for Patrick to meet him at the restaurant.When he and Jimmy shot up the car, they didn’t realize Patrick hadn’t taken his personal car.He said when he opened the back door, Rowanne was lying across the seat, her sightless eyes looking at him and her brains splattered all over the interior.”
A sob breaks free from her.“He told me for years I was going to die the same way if I ever told on him.He sent me to the hospital in New Mexico, where I was kept drugged for so many years.I finally started cooperating, and a new director started, so I wasn’t given medications any longer.I started remembering, and I’ve been praying you’d come for me.”
