She didn’t care what it would take. Or who would get hurt in the process. She would kill anything or anyone that got in her way. Run them over again and again if she had to.
Because without Leonidas, she would go back to being nothing.
And she would rather die—and have everyone else die with her—before letting that happen.
****
Leonidas’s phone rangas soon as he slipped back into his limo, the name on his screen giving him pause.
Interesting.
“Your timing is remarkably impeccable, Adriano.”
“I seem to detect a note of suspicion in my favorite client’s tone.” Adriano Kontides’s voice carried the dry amusement of a man who knew exactly what he’d done.
“You forget that we’ve also known each other for years.”
“And?”
“You’ve had me followed, did you not?”
“I prefer ‘monitored.”
“Perhaps I should’ve chosen the word ‘stalked’ instead.”
“I only wanted to know which of the contract drafts I’ve prepared will have to go to the shredder.”
“And I assume you have your answer?”
“Check your inbox.” Another pause, this one weighing differently. “And Leonidas?”
Leonidas simply waited.
“It was high time you did the right thing.”
The phone call ended, the backhanded compliment causing his lips to tighten while a part of him remained...unsettled. Adriano was one of the few people in this world who had the balls to tell the truth to his face. Unfortunately, it was the kind of truth that had taken him a long time to accept.
Eight years, dammit.
For eight long years, neither he nor Lexy had given their marriage a real chance. And the reason for that...even now, he did not want to look too deeply into. Some stones were better left unturned. Some truths better left unexamined.
The attachment in Adriano’s email loaded.
It was a contract that canceled everything previously agreed upon. No more separate lives. No more boundaries. No more executor reviewing their every decision against some bloodless metric of financial impact.
It was a contract that proposed to make his marriage real.
For better or for worse.
It was also a contract he was willing to sign.
But whether it was a contract he had any right to offer his wife...
That remained to be seen.
****
Mrs. Sanchez’s expressionwas expectedly blank when he returned to the jet. “Welcome back, Mr. Gazis.”
