“Uh,no.” I march to the door and shake my head at them. I didn’t come this far and save this much money only to cast it all away. Noway.“I’m here for a reason, and I won’t let some big, scary man chase me away. Not happening.”
Cosette sighs. “She’s right. It doesn’t matter anyway. Now that he’s seen her, she couldn’t hide if she tried. He’d find her.”
I ignore the way my spine tingles and shake my head again.
“I’ve got my first free evening in weeks, girls. I’m going to enjoy myself. Good night.”
“Nicolette—”
I shut the door behind me.
CHAPTER THREE
Fabien
“You got any leads?”I ask Thayer. I’m pacing my office, my mind racing. Who would threaten us and why?
“No.”
I curse under my breath.
I need Nicolette, and I need her now.
“Tell me if you hear anything.”
“Of course.”
We disconnect the call.
I have no intention of following anyone’s orders to me, but I will find who’s behind this. I will rescue my brother. And I will kill those who threatened us.
Nicolette.
I will pay her amply for her… services… I will buy her.
Buxom and beautiful, and damn near almost raped under my very own roof.
If I hadn’t already killed the son of a bitch that tried to assault her, I’d do it now. I doubt I made him suffer enough. He cried and begged for mercy before I ended him, but I should have made himbleedmore.
I should have made him look in my eyes when I snuffed out his life. I should have made him feel the same fear she felt when he had her snatched in his grip and cowering beneath him. If I didn’t think it’d terrify her, I’d have held him by the neck and made him apologize to her before I put a bullet through his head.
And I’ll do the same to whoever’s touched my brother.
How anyone could think I’d allow an asshole to get away with a thing like that baffles me.
Maybe I’ve grown too soft. Too lenient. Maybe I need it broadcast that I made an example of him.
I sit in my office and glance at the surveillance cameras. Though I give the women who work for me privacy, every other inch of this place is under close observation. We need a better system than the call button I’ve installed in their bedrooms.
What if she hadn’t reached it in time? What if he’d stopped her?
My mind races.
What will it do to my mother if we don’t recover Lyam?
I don’t realize I’m on my feet and clenching my fists until the palms of my hands hurt. I look down, unclench my fists and stare in surprise at the red half-moon marks on my palms from my fingernails.
Nicolette.
