Kane
I need Magnolia Parking Garage dark. I have a meeting with Theo.
Dominick
Done.
I swing into a parking spot and get out while he takes his sweet time doing whatever he’s doing in his car.
When he steps out, I don’t give him a chance to notice that I’m here before I grab him by the front of his dress shirt and shove him against the wall.
“You thought you were slick, turning the security cameras off so you could fuck up my wife’s studio?” I rear back and punch him in the face—once, twice. “I warned you not to touch what’s mine.”
I punch him in the face again and then the stomach. And even though hitting him won’t bring my wife back, it feels good to let out some aggression.
I hit him again and again. He tries to fight back, but adrenaline and anger are on my side, and eventually, he hits the ground, begging me to stop.
“Enough,” Dominick says, walking up next to me.
“Fuck that. I told you he was a dead man.”
I kick him in the stomach, and he groans.
“He disappears, and you’ll be suspect number one. While I don’t give a shit if you end up in prison, my sister will.”
I whip my head around to look at him. “She’s back?”
“No, but she will be once you get your shit together and find her.”
“I’ve looked everywhere. Unless you want to tell me where she’s hiding …”
“You know I can’t do that.” He shakes his head and then nods toward Theo, who’s out cold but still alive. “Drop this asshole off at a hospital,” he says to his men. “And warn him what will happen if he speaks.”
Dominick looks at me. “There’s only one place my sister would go where she feels safe. Figure it out, and you’ll find her.”
“Title for her Porsche,college degree, bank account, bank account …” I’ve been going through Brielle’s paperwork for over an hour, and one thing I’ve learned about my wife is that organization is not her strong suit.
As soon as I figure out where the hell she’s hiding, I’m going to tell Jack to set up an office for her so we can get her organized.
I flip through several more papers, proving that Brielle is financially worth more than me, when my eyes land on a deed to a house … in Russia.
“My entire world had exploded, and I couldn’t handle it, so I went to Russia to live with my grandparents and didn’t return until Dominick showed up and forced me to come home after they both passed away.”
I grab the paperwork and take a picture of the address. It’s the only lead I have, so it looks like I’m going to Russia.
33
Brielle
“He’s not goingto stop looking until he finds you,” Nicole says over the phone. “The man has practically torn this town apart in search of you.”
“That doesn’t prove that he loves me. I just made him look bad by leaving. If he loved me, he wouldn’t have filed for divorce.”
“Did he actually file?” Nicole asks, and I groan in annoyance.
We’ve been through this a dozen times.
“Look,” I start, but before I can finish my thought, the front door opens, and in walks my husband. “I’ve gotta go. I’ll call you back.”
